Tales and Adventures of Suvvy Land

The Day I Felt Like Jesus

2010-05-21T14:01:00.002-05:00

I completely forgot that I have not posted about the day I felt like Jesus. I started the post many times but evidently never published it. That’s what happens when the hamster that runs on the little wheel that operates my brain eats too much junk food. So I shall now regale you with the story of my very first surgery.

So clearly I have never ever had surgery in my entire life, which means I’ve never been put under anesthetic. The closest I have come to that was the epidural I got while in labor with Lily and so that doesn’t really count. Over quite a few months I kept getting these horrid stomach aches, especially at night. At first they weren’t bad and just felt like I was recovering from someone punching me in the stomach. But over time they got really, really bad where I would be up all night in pain. Finally after two episodes of this in a week I broke down and went to the doctor.

Due to the location of the pain and the tenderness she sent me off for an ultrasound of my liver and gall bladder. Now I am as ultrasound illiterate as they come. I look at ultrasounds from when I was pregnant and still can’t understand that it looks like a baby. But even I could see that there were spots that didn’t belong in what supposedly was my gall bladder. The ultrasound technician called my doctor and told her I had at minimum 4 rather large stones which dun, dun, dun means surgery. So alas I make yet another appointment with yet another doctor, this time a surgeon. A very tall surgeon that made me think of the jolly green giant in his scrubs. He was very nice and explained what a simple procedure it would be to remove my gall bladder, various side effects and scheduled my surgery for Feb. 24.

The morning of Feb. 24 I get up at the buttcrack of dawn and went to the hospital. Of course by this time it’s sunk in that I’m going to have surgery and I’m already dreading things and thinking of what if’s. By the time they get me checked in I of course am in a calm state of paranoia. To the untrained eye I look cool as a cucumber but anyone with telepathic ability would see otherwise. What if they give me too much anesthetic and I die, what if I’m awake during surgery and they don’t know it, what if it takes more than one try to get that damned IV in my arm. The latter was my biggest concern. My fear of needles has mostly subsided over the years but I hate and I repeat HATE IV’s.

After I got into my little drafty gown that really serves no purpose as it’s mainly see through and lie back down on the gurney, the nurse comes over to get my IV set up. Thankfully she was a wonderfuly experienced nurse who got it on the first try and I hardly felt a thing. I also was rather proud of my Zen like skills at keeping my heart rate normal and not stroking out. Once my IV is in she leaves me alone for a bit to go let my Mom come back with me and semi closes the curtain around my bed. I can still see people going in and out of the OR and am very pleased to see a very cute male nurse go by. I mumbled something about him being cute and could be my nurse anytime, and then to my utter horror I realize he along with another nurse are standing just outside my curtain looking at my chart. Needless to say I was as red as a tomato when they all opened my curtain with my Mom following. I then find it necessary to tell her what I had mumbled out loud while they were still standing there. Mind you this is all before they give me any drugs so the only excuse I have is I was a bit anxious and get rather stupid when I’m close to having an anxiety attack.

Well as the cute assistant nurse and his boss start going over with me all of the proceedings along with the anesthesiologist my nice nurse that did my IV gives me this amazing little pre knock out drug to loosen me up a bit. And boy did it ever! Not sure how many of you ever watch Bill Engvall but I started quoting his latest piece about when he goes in for his colonoscopy. “Why thank you bartender I’ll have a double” and many more little witty things that had everyone around me laughing either because they were really funny or because I was a certifiable loon at that point in time.

As I am babbling away they take me for the nice swift ride twenty feet into the OR. Once in there they don’t even bother trying to ask me to move over to the operating table on my own, they just lift/push me onto it. They then proceed to tell me to put my arms straight out to my sides and straighten my legs, then they strap me down. I’m glad I was doped up otherwise this would have felt a bit alarming to me. As they continue to fasten me to the table I look up and it being a Catholic hospital (I’m not catholic by the way) I see a crucifix up on the wall. I hear someone mumble that they are injecting the anesthetic and the last thing I remember saying is “I feel like Jesus”.

I groggily wake up after surgery and they get me settled into my own room and I’m not appreciating the happy drugs going out of my system and no one would give me another round. The doctor came in and explained to me that he was very happy that I had my surgery when I did. Evidently my gall bladder was in very sad shape and was chalked full of gall stones. He was actually amazed it hadn’t ruptured yet. I spent the night in the hospital in a Percocet induced haze and toddled off home the next day.

Makes me wonder what it would be like to be a fly on the wall in the OR.

Lesson Learned

2010-05-11T11:48:00.000-05:00

It is honestly amazing I don’t wind up in the ER more than I do. This weekend I decided to do some gardening in an attempt to make my flower beds more presentable. In short they were scary overgrown things last year and I would really like to have them be something I want people to see.

Well as I was pushing my yard waste container from one side of my flower bed to the other I wasn’t paying attention (I was noticing that Lily broke my little squirrel statue) and hit a bump in the lawn which in turn caused my yard container (ok yes it’s a trash can) to fall over towards me and since I was pushing this caused me to fall head first into it. As it hit the ground with me inside there was a very loud “son of a bitch” that came out of it. I crawled out of it as quickly as my bruised body and pride would let me to see that thankfully no one was around to witness this and put it on YouTube. My neighbor lady was out clipping her lilac bush but seemed like she hadn’t seen anything. I have bumps, bruises and scrapes all over me from this little expedition I went on. Sunday at pool my other friends were tired and sore from things like softball practice and binge drinking…I was the one who was sore from falling in her garbage can. Sigh. Only me.

On a good note though I have one flower bed looking great and only two more to do. Granted they are enormous flower beds but there are only two of them. I have also learned the lesson to pull the yard waste container, don’t push…unless I am going downhill then its okay to push it otherwise it tries to run me over.

Cha Cha Chia!

2010-04-23T10:11:00.001-05:00

Today I shall take a detour off my beaten path of writing about everyone’s relationships. It’s exhausting, and while there are more things that I could write about them I’m not going to. Today is going to be more light hearted, because damnit something has to be!

Walking down the hallway at work this morning I snorted. Not because a bug flew up my nose or the bathroom smelled like something died, but because that was the best way I could suppress my laughter. Standing at the clerk’s office was a couple trying to get their marriage license. As I took them in I noticed that the girl while a bit frumpy still just looked like your average girl. The man however was deceiving. Starting at his shoes he looked like every other joe somebody tennis shoes, slightly tattered khaki shorts with a baseball t shirt on…then I got to his head. Not only did he have on birth control glasses but the man had an afro! A white man’s afro that looked as though things could be and probably were hiding in it.

I felt so sorry for the poor girl he has duped into marrying him. On her wedding day she will I’m sure look splendid standing next to her very own chia pet. But there is the hope for her that a few years down the road when he has lost all of his hair she can make their children roll with laughter at how their father looked once upon a time.

For the life of me I can’t understand some people’s fashion sense, and I use that term very lightly. I don’t even understand mine when I look back on pictures. Although I can say in my defense as a child the fashion sense was my mothers and not mine. There are pictures out there I would just love to forget about, for example there is one of me when I am around 10 or 11 in my little Tae Kwon Do uniform with my permed hair piled high on my head sporting a pair of gigantic glasses on my face. I deemed that day as cruel and unusual punishment.

So what about you all is there a fashion period in your life you wonder what drugs you were on at the time?

If I ever find it and get the nerve I shall post my picture to brighten all of your days.

Still Alive

2010-04-13T11:35:00.001-05:00

I am still alive; I just have not had much to post on. I have but I haven’t, or at least haven’t been able to put it into words suitable worth reading. The biggest goings on the last couple of months has been friends breaking up.

Travis and Megan finally called it quits and attempted to stay friends. But of course that hasn’t worked out so well now they don’t’ really talk. In the beginning Travis had a really hard time with it which was really opposite than what I thought would happen, but he snapped out of it. Megan had a new boyfriend within not even a week and they are now pretty much living together. He’s a nice enough guy, but I have to snicker because about 5 years ago he tried to take my friend Tits home and couldn’t get it up for a one night stand. Also Megan is the first white woman I’ve seen him date ever. It’s interesting but she seems happy and more of the Megan I liked to begin with. Travis is doing well and has decided to go back to college and finish getting his mechanic license. Of course this means he will be moving away which is sad, but it will be good for him.

Jimmy and Lisa are finally done too. After their constant breaking up and getting back together a failed marriage proposal did them in. Originally they were just planning on living together (bad idea) but then before they even started looking for a place he asked her to marry him. It wasn’t that she said no, but it ended because she didn’t like the size of the ring. It was nasty. At first I understood what she was saying about it…it was the meaning behind it all blah blah blah. But then I got his side and well she was being a materialistic bitch. Yes she is one of my best friends, but I have been against this relationship for about 4 months now. About the time they both started telling me they were only staying with each other because they didn’t want to be lonely. And I lost a lot of respect for both of them being willing to try living together without even considering the 3 kids they have between them. Especially Lisa’s little boy who is 3 and has never accepted Jimmy since he came along. Especially when they both admit they’re not in love. It’s weak and stupid. I was fully expecting them to even work this last marriage proposal thing out, but it was evidently the straw that broke Jimmy’s back finally. I am so glad for it. And sadly enough it has made a difference in Lisa and I’s friendship. She’s started in with the being depressed and the world always shits on me crap. Evidently last Monday she went to his apartment to try to get him back and started in with the “I should just go home and shoot myself” lines. Really?! You need help loading the gun? That is just a stupid cry for attention and being pissed off you’re not the center of the universe. She was doing much better the rest of the week and doesn’t know I know about that, but if she pulls that crap again I’m calling protective services on her. Her son needs a mother who will take care of him and put him first and not bitch 24-7 about it. I have no use for people that behave that way. I understand getting depressed or upset once in a while with a life changing event, but not to that extreme. You can’t wait around for someone else to make your life worth while. That’s your job to do.

We haven’t had pool since they split up and this weekend will be the first time I’ll have to deal with it. I don’t want her there because she is not welcomed or liked by much of anyone. She has been tolerated this last year because of Jimmy and I. It’s going to do her no good to be around it. I told her that we can start doing things together on a different night of the week at new places. She is still my friend and I won’t give up on her, but I am refusing to play into her stupid little mindset. The way she gets is why we didn’t speak for about 3 years when we were younger. I’m just glad there will be beer and other people around on Sunday, because I’m sure I will be loony by the time the night is over.

More updates will come later, for now I suppose I should work.

2010-01-29T13:47:00.001-06:00

Wow it’s been almost a month since I last posted. What to post about. There’s been things going on then there hasn’t, I hate sorting through the rubbish that is my life and figuring out what is blogworthy.

For starters the strip club on the 30th was a freaking blast!! Get the right amount of alcohol in me and surround me with some of my favorite people in the world and it’s awesome. The strippers were all super nice too. I got to meet all of them since my friend Travis knows a lot of them from back in high school. Now there used to be a time where I was mucho intimidated by other women, especially ones that look a lot better than I do. But then I got over myself and decided to look at what everyone else does. I can appreciate someone else’s beauty, man or woman. I was partnered up with my guy friend Tyler to go up and sit next to the stage for lap dances. He’s a bit shy but one of the most fun people to be around. He’s a lot like I am so we sat there and felt a wee bit uncomfortable at first and blushed together. And I bought lap dances for him, Jimmy and a couple of our other friends. Jimmy had kind of a crappy night that night and needed some cheering up. He was in a good enough mood by the end of the night we all went back to his place and continued the party. My poor body can’t handle staying up until the wee hours of the morning like that though and I’ve had a few of them lately. We all wind up somewhere after the bars close and lose track of time talking, drinking and playing video games. January is such a busy month with all of the birthdays and other goings on. But it’s been a blast.

Our new pool session started at the beginning of this month too and I have finally found my mojo again. Last session I couldn’t shoot to save my life but now the last two weekends in a row I have been awesome! I have won the night for us both weekends, and it’s such an awesome feeling. My parents have gotten all moved back from New Mexico and are back in pool again. My step dad is on my team and mom is on her old one. It’s great having them back.

I have also been working on losing weight and exercising. It feels so good to be doing it all on a regular basis again. I’ve also been practicing up on my martial arts. There aren’t any martial arts schools around here that I deem worthy to attend so I’m just working on it on my own. I want to get back to that point where I open my own school. It’s been a dream of mine for years and it’s time to start chasing it again. But I have a lot of work to do before that can happen and I really need to find someone willing and qualified to help me train. The places around here are all in it for the money and not as an art form. I’m very traditional and these places just don’t cut it. I do not like a place where you can walk in and buy your belts. It’s not meant to work that way.

Anyhow, it’s Friday afternoon and I get to leave work early today. So I shall update more soon. Everybody have a great weekend!!

2009-12-30T13:26:00.001-06:00

Did everyone have a good Christmas? Mine was good, the kids made out like bandits and so did I. I got a pair of sterling silver earrings, Mario and Sonic Winter Olympics for the Wii, Disney Wheel of Fortune board game and Lindt Milk Chocolate Truffles. I made fudge and ham and all sorts of good stuff to eat. And I must say I think I did a pretty good job of not over doing it. I have lost about 5 pounds when I went to the doctor a couple weeks ago. Yay me!! Anyway all in all Santa was good to everyone. We even got another 4 inches of snow on top of the 3 that was still there from the last snow storm. Monday was the first day I had left the house since Christmas Eve.

I am so happy that it’s a short week this week too, but it’s a busy one. Went out for Travis birthday last night with him and his girlfriend Megan. We played pool for a bit then went home. Supposed to go out with him and some other people again tonight for what he considers the “real celebration” at the new strip club since Meg has to work. They are one of those couples that don’t have a lot of fun when they are out together. They’ve been having issues for quite some time that I’ve mentioned on here and the issues are still there. They did fairly well last night though so that was nice, I think it was partly that way since I showed up. I acted kind of like a buffer or sensor so they had to behave. I’m looking forward to going out tonight but I still have to work tomorrow morning so I don’t know how much wild and crazy I will be up for. Plus I don’t want to spend New Years Eve with a hangover. It’s New Years Day that you’re supposed to be hung-over. So far somehow our house is becoming the place to be. Lisa and I discussed what we wanted to do for New Years. A couple of weeks ago we were agreed on going out (I haven’t ever been out on New Years since I’ve turned 21) but it has now morphed to hanging out at our house playing games and such. Which I’m fine with this since it’s cheaper and I don’t’ have to worry about how I’m getting home. But originally it was just supposed to be Lisa, Jimmy, Bart (Tim’s best friend), Tim and myself. But I guess Jimmy might invite a couple more people and another couple that Tim and I are friends with might be coming over too. I think it’s going to be a wee bit hectic but fun!

Then the next thing is the new pool session starts up again this Sunday, but at least now I’ll be watching myself a bit more since my parents are all moved back and joining my team. Somehow you just can’t drink a lot when your parents are around, especially since my Step Dad used to be an alcoholic (back before he ever met Mom). And then Tuesday the 5th is my birthday. I will be 26 years old; I will officially be closer to 30 than 20. Granted it’s not old, but in some ways it feels old. Still not sure where this last decade has gone and when I went from playing house to owning a house. But I am looking forward to a good day and hoping to get friends to go out for karaoke. Granted I will not be singing but I love watching my friends. Jimmy is a lot of fun to go with and he has a good voice. Granted if I have enough to drink I’ll (pretend) to sing with someone. But I do have to work the next day so there won’t be too many shenanigans that night; I think there’s enough this week to last me anyways.

2009-12-24T10:36:00.001-06:00

Merry Christmas!!

2009-12-15T16:07:00.001-06:00

Heat wave, tropical heat wave! We here in central Nebraska have hit a weekly high of 12 degrees! Holy crap on a cracker it has been cold! I know I’ve said I’ve always wanted to see Alaska but I meant actually go there, not just feel the ungodly temperatures. We had a really good 2.5 day snowstorm starting in the wee hours of early morning last Tuesday. We got about 12 inches of snow and none of it is melting yet. Guess we get a white Christmas after all. I actually have quite enjoyed how pretty everything looks and have been kind of happy it snowed; but then I have to get out and drive somewhere and that cures me of that warm fuzzy feeling for a while. It is some unwritten rule that everyone who has a driver’s license has to completely lose their minds and drive like complete shit. But at least I have my paths of least resistance worn into the ice and get to and from everywhere with minimal problems.

I am also thanking my lucky stars (yes I actually have them, they may not be as bright as other peoples but dammit they are there) that I am not my parents. They got into town the other night with their gigantic U-haul and have the joy of driving it to and from a storage unit they rented to unload it. I’ve never heard of anyone move they way they have been doing, but it has been entertaining to hear the tale. And since I have to work I don’t have to help!! That’s the best part yet. I don’t like moving never have and I especially don’t like moving with anyone I’m related to. Give me a whole bunch of strangers and I’m fine. But make me move with my family and I’m just ready to strap everything to my back like a little pack mule and move it all myself even if it means I have to throw my back out doing so.

I still have my reservations about the parents being back though. See a year and a half ago they decided to move for my Mom’s work down to New Mexico. So we moved from the little town we lived in 20 miles away to their house here. Then between my Mom and Grandmother they came up with the idea to start fixing up our little house down there that we still own so they could get it the way they want it and use it to stay in when they come to visit. And I’m sure many of you remember the ranting and raving in posts back when they were fixing it up. But lo and behold the job thing didn’t work out (the phrase “I told you so comes to mind”) and now my Mom and Step Dad are living in our old house and we are still in theirs. This will not bother me as soon as we “officially” buy their house here. So far the popping by with only a moments notice has begun and I’m sure there are other annoyances that will ensue as well. I will admit we are not always the best house keepers, but I think for a couple with 3 kids we do a pretty decent job. But our idea of decent and my mother’s usually wind up having two different definitions. That of course means “hello stress and high blood pressure”! So either I’m going to turn into an OCD cleaning machine or I will have a massive coronary and drop dust bunnies on her from up above. But I do suppose it is kind of nice having them back, they are my parents after all and I suppose I still have to love them :P

The Winds of Change are Blowing

2009-12-04T13:25:00.000-06:00

Well tomorrow I say goodbye to my friend Tabitha, she’s found a good job and has to move for it. I’ve known her for a couple of years now but we’ve really only become pretty good friends over the past 9 months or so. There used to be a time where I really didn’t like her. But with her employment issues over the last 9 months she’s been humbled just a bit and I’ve gotten to know her. She is still not everyone’s cup of tea but she’s a heck of a lot of fun. Granted I won’t be in so many drunken stupors now that she’s gone but there are a lot of us that will miss her.

I’ve had friends that have moved away all my life but it gets harder to see them go as you get older. I think it’s because you’re more aware of how much things change. Tomorrow morning a bunch of us from pool are going over to help her get the U-Haul loaded and say goodbye. Tomorrow many of us will come to the undeniable realization that things are forever changed. The life of the party won’t be there anymore, one of my best pool players will be gone and a good friend will be gone. But we’ll all adjust and we will go on. I’m hoping to keep in touch with her though. We already annoy each other on facebook and I told her that she gives us all a good excuse to road trip.

It’s an ending of an era and a turning of a page. And I think it’s about time that the drinking yourself silly while playing ridiculous amounts of pool era should end for me. I’ll go back and visit it every now and then of course, but for the most part it will be over. And I’m okay with that. We all go through that party with your friends phase and now I’ve done mine. Maybe now I won’t feel so guilty for being out instead of at home with the family…I’ll actually be there at home. And I’m sure my body and my money will thank me too! :P

2009-12-02T16:21:00.007-06:00

I am in a good mood today. Not sure what brought it on, but it’s really nice. Thanksgiving went well and I only burnt myself twice (yes sadly enough that is a good thing). Our 21.5lb turkey turned out great and I was actually organized and had everything else ready to go once the turkey was done.

Lily, Isaiah and I left Friday to go see my Grandma and give Tim a night to himself. Unfortunately for him he caught a cold and was in bed by 9pm. The visit with my Grandma was nice and I know the kids enjoyed it. But by Saturday Lily was ready to be home, especially after she came down from her little caffeine high she had been on. Since Grandma and I were having coffee the kids thought they had to have some too. Of course there’s was more milk than coffee but it was still enough to make a difference to a 2 and 8 year old body.

When we got home I found out Tim and TJ were nice enough to pick up the book I had on order from the bookstore. I finally get to finish my Kay Scarpetta novels by Patricia Cornwell. Not normally what I read but I started reading the series since my Step Dad had left all the books and now I have to finish it. As the series goes on though, I like them more and more.

Sunday was my friend Tabitha’s last night at pool. She found herself a place to live and will be leaving in her U-Haul this Saturday for her new home and job. We didn’t do as hot at pool as we could have but we all drank and had a good time. I even got a cute picture taken of me that I even like. See….

Monday I saw my Dad for a whole 20 minutes while he was here for court due to my Step Brother and his wife. It was rather interesting because Jimmy stopped by my office to say hi and got to meet Dad. I’ll be interested to get his take…especially since Jimmy is my Step Dad’s best friend and has heard plenty about Dad. Even though I didn’t see him much I did get a call from Dad later in the night that was pretty much same old crap just another day. I think he has lost it. Some of it made sense and then he’d divert. It was like listening to a psychopathic Rose from the Golden Girls. I love my Dad but he needs to get his act together, there’s so much he’s allowed himself to miss out on.

Monday also brought on me deciding to go to the doctor finally. My blood sugar has been acting funny for a while and there are days I just haven’t felt good. The doctor basically just said that I’m not where she would diagnose me as being diabetic and thinks losing weight will do the trick to help me feel better. So I am now on a diet and trying to get into the habit of working out again. If I could get some more alone time it would work great. I don’t like working out in front of the family or anyone else for that fact…unless of course I’m already in good shape and look good.

Along with this I think it’s time to color my hair again, just undecided what color. It’s either going to be somewhere in the brown or red group since my hair is naturally dark brown. I don’t do black or blonde. Anyone have any suggestions for colors you like?

And for good measure here is Lily helping with

the Christmas decorations:

Hi Everybody!!

2009-11-24T11:37:00.003-06:00

Only one more work day this week!! I’m very excited for Turkey Day and my 4 day weekend to get here. I have an enormous Turkey that Tim picked out to cook. The largest turkey I’ve cooked so far has been 12 lbs, this one is 21.5lbs!! It is huge! At first Tim didn’t believe me when I told him I wanted to start thawing it last night. Then he read the packaging and figured it was a good idea. I’m making turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole, cheesy broccoli, mashed potatoes, gravy, jellied cranberry sauce (the canned kind :P), apple pie and pumpkin pie. I’m going to be busier than a one armed paper hanger. Tim only gets Thursday off so we are staying home for actual Thanksgiving then Isaiah, Lily and I are headed to my Grandma’s on Friday for a visit. I thought it was time for us to visit her in her natural habitat instead of her coming here. She will be the sweet loving grandma I know and love instead of the cranky travelling gnome she turns into when she’s here. I think Tim will be happy to have a night to have to himself to relax, go out with friends, whatever he happens to do.

In other news I saw New Moon on Sunday with Lisa. The first movie I thought was a bit (ok a lot) cheesy but I still liked it but I was somewhat disappointed with this second one. The cheesiness was stepped up a notch (if that was even possible) and just seemed very awkward in places. I like the story line although I cannot stand Bella! The girl drives me insane! Why Stephanie Meyer decided to make the most irritating, daftly stupid leading character is beyond me. I seriously think the woman gets hate mail because of Bella. At one point I leaned over and asked Lisa “Exactly what about her is supposed to be so loveable?” According to Lisa and others I’ve talked to that have actually read the books Bella isn’t any better in them either. It also doesn’t’ help I don’t like Kristen Stewart. But what the movie lacks it definitely tries to make up for with the yummy shirtless Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner). Now I’m with Steph on this that yes he’s young but the boy is gorgeous…especially after he cuts his hair. Although I do have a hard time getting past him being Sharkboy from the movie Sharkboy and Lava Girl, I also have issues getting past Robert Pattinson being Cedric Digory in Harry Potter.

I have decided that it is a must that I read this series though. I can’t quite sink my teeth into loving Edward; I am more of a team Jacob person. To me Jacob seems like the better, hunkier choice in the movie. But everyone keeps telling me I will just fall in love with Edward once I read the books. I will still feel bad for Jacob though. Stupid little twit Bella just toys with his poor heart and I don’t think that it’s right. So I guess that’s one thing that’s on my Christmas list this year is this series. I know I could just check them out at the library or something but I enjoy owning books. Now we’ll just see if I get them and if so how long it will take me to read them. So many books, so little time *sigh*

Well peoples I’m off to lunch hope you all have Happy Thanksgivings and great weekends!! Toodles!

2009-11-20T09:48:00.002-06:00

In lieu of all the chatter and goings on with the Twilight series I thought I would introduce you to another series of vampires that I enjoy…The Vampire Diaries. This is a book series I read back in high school when I went through vampire novels like water. I enjoyed it since it was about a high school girl who is torn between two vampire brothers and all that good stuff. To my surprise the TV network The CW has made a series based on these books. Now they are not really high quality but they definitely quench your thirst for sexy vampires. At first I wasn’t sure how well I would like the TV show because none of the actors fit my images I had in my mind on how the characters look. But as the show has gone on I’ve realized I have forgotten more of the books than I remember and I’ve really enjoyed it. I think the actors do a great job and the ones that play the vampire brothers Stefan and Damon make it all worth while (especially when they don’t have shirts on).

Who knows what the absolute alluring quality is of vampires. Maybe it’s that they are immortal, human, emotional, strong and all the other stuff rolled into one amazing individual. Whatever it is has always had me hooked and now I have to go dig through my moving boxes to find my Vampire Diaries set and re read it. Also much to my surprise LJ Smith has added 3 new books to this series recently that focus on Damon (yay!).

2009-11-19T09:14:00.001-06:00

There has been some other interesting goings on over this past week. As I’ve mentioned before my Dad and I haven’t really been on speaking terms for about a year. Every time I have tried to break the silence first it has not gone well. But oddly enough I actually heard from him last week. My step brother Toby and his dysfunctional life were having issues again and Dad was checking to see if Toby could stay with us until he found his own place. Long story short the psycho woman Toby is married to went ape shit on him and smucked him with a curling iron, busted him in the lips and the nuts etc. etc. Not a healthy situation and with Toby being on probation he needs to get out. Toby wound up moving back to the town where his Grandparents live at the urging of his probation officer. But throughout this my Dad and I have had several decent conversations. He hasn’t been pissed off at me or anyone in my general direction. He’s sounded more like Dad. I spoke with him again for a bit over my lunch hour today and he called me Munchkin, which is something I haven’t heard in a very long time. That’s what he called me ever since I was little. I haven’t heard it a whole lot in the last ten years since the divorce. It was nice, and once again showed me that at least a glimmer of the man I once knew is still there.

Now I’m sure that there are going to be more angry moments/messages I’m going to get from him. But I’m getting better at moving past them and have a firm stance that he has to be the one to make the next step to communicate again. In a lot of ways I understand his hurt/anger/bitterness but he’s not allowing himself to try to heal.

I had to leave this post half way yesterday since I got busy at work. Since then I’ve talked to my Dad and I’m very tired. It was a rather bizarre conversation. He rehashed all the crap that he thinks I have done to him over the years and why he’s been angry with me etc. etc. then in the next breath would say that it was okay though because he being angry is just how he deals with stuff. Then he’d get back on another tangent about other things he remembered that upset him.

My father thinks that I sold out because I lived with Mom when they got divorced and because I still choose to have contact with my Mom and her side of the family along with my Step Dad. He brought up all of the things I’ve accused him of doing and saying and gets pissed off because I can’t remember the bad stuff my Mom has done.

Just for one day if he could live inside my head he would understand. He remembers things quite a bit differently than I do, than a lot of people do. One thing that he’s dwelled on is that I accused him of calling me a whore. Well that’s not far off.

About 3 months after Mom and I moved out Mom asked Dad if he would help install a teen line for my room in our new place. He was still being semi normal then and she thought him and I could do it together. Well this was shortly after fathers day and instead of staying in my room and the outside of the house doing the work he started snooping through my Mom’s room. By this time her and Stan (my now step dad) had openly started dating. I wasn’t crazy about this factor but I thought Stan was a nice guy and liked him. Dad found a card I had given Stan on father’s day and lost it. Now it wasn’t an actual father’s day card it was a hey you’re here and I accept that. Not much thought went into it other than I felt bad that Stan wasn’t going to get anything from his daughter for father’s day so I picked up a .99 cent card for him. I also spent a lot of time picking out the one for my Dad and gave it to him. Well after finding the card Dad left then came back a short time later with my cat and threw her at me and basically just threw a big fit and told me “You’re going to be a whore just like your Mother”. Then left.

I was 15 at the time and had always believed my parents had a great marriage until I found out about Stan and all the problems they had came to a head. And having my own Dad say something like that was worse to me than anything. I understood the card thing upset him but he wasn’t ever supposed to see Stan’s card. It was tucked away in the bottom of a dresser drawer and Dad never should have been snooping.

I also have a very long list of things in my mind that I remember that my Mom has done. But at that time and even now it does absolutely no good to list them. Why dwell on stuff that’s happened and cannot change?

And I will admit that I did make a lot of self centered decisions back then. But in my eyes both of my parents had lost their minds and were no longer the people I knew or necessarily trusted. I did what I thought would be best for me. Most of my decisions revolved around being able to be with my friends. And a lot of my decisions did come back to bite me in the ass. But life doesn’t come with a how to manual, you take a stab at something it doesn’t work you learn and you move on.

My Dad has it in his mind that he didn’t go that far off the deep end when the divorce happened. But I saw it; I saw what our home looked like after he took a sledge hammer to it inside. I still have my great, great grandmother’s china hutch that bears the marks from it. I heard what he had to say first hand about Mom and Stan and my Grandma. I heard from others what he had to say. I heard the phone calls he’d make to me in the middle of the night ranting and raving.

Also along with my self centered decisions I made a lot of others that I thought would make everyone happy and they always blew up in my face. My world changed just as much as anyone else’s during that whole stupid mess and I tried to deal with the bumpy pot hole filled road as best I could. I didn’t always do the best job with it but neither did they. And I sure as hell never did anything to intentionally hurt either one of them. I never sold my Dad down the river as he put it.

He had every right to be hurt and angry about the divorce and things that happened. I understand, but to still be the way he is 10 years later just doesn’t cut it for me. The man that raised me was a better man than he is being now, than he has been. In ways I am mad at him for not trying to come out of this place he’s in. And maybe it’s unfair towards him to feel that way. Everyone has a right to feel the way they do, but I guess I just don’t feel that gives them the right to constantly remind people and yell at them and all that crap. I wasn’t always angry with him about how he is, for a long time I’ve tried to be patient thinking eventually he will start to heal. But after going through this for ten years my patience is not what it used to be. Especially now that I have my own family to think of. Especially now that my daughter doesn’t get the chance to know the man that raised me, because that man isn’t ever coming back. But I will deal with it. I will try just as hard to accept that fact and let him be who he is. I may not like it but I cannot change it. I will be the person I was raised to be.

2009-11-18T09:48:00.001-06:00

So I really should be tackling this ginormous amount of filing I have on my desk, but I do not like filing and would rather be writing for all of you! I think I have finally found that way back to being me. I haven’t cried for no apparent reason for over a week now, so doing good.

And also my duties as love guru have started back up. The couples that are still together are back to their same old disagreements a few aren’t together anymore, but still need me :P My universe is back in balance. I guess horrible luck is what I get for bitching about being appointed as the love guru.

I’m also very proud that I made it through the weekend without any tequila shots…thank God! Friday night I slipped out to a local tavern where my friend Nick and two of his other band mates were doing an unplugged show. The band technically doesn’t exist anymore since as most bands do it imploded for some reason. I blame it on the fact that the main focus of the band was Nick and his two older brothers. The never agreed on anything and add alcohol into the mixture it’s bound to spell disaster. But I had to admit I rather enjoyed their unplugged show. It was Nick his oldest brother Scott (the know it all) and their keyboard player Gary. I had not had a chance to hear Gary play yet, but the man is awesome. He is a Vietnam veteran and can play like there is no tomorrow and has a wonderful voice too. I stayed long enough to hear one set and have a drink with Nick when they took a break. I haven’t seen much of him since he’d started dating his girlfriend Jade, so it was time to catch up a bit. Unfortunately he and Jade broke up yesterday. I guess Nick’s drinking has gotten really bad over the last few months and she’s a mom to two little girls and has issues of her own. So I guess it’s for the best all the way around. I just hope Nick doesn’t drink himself into an early grave over it all.

I left Nick rather early in the night though since I had to be up early on Saturday. Mom and I were playing in Gibby’s fall classic 9 ball tournament and had to be on the road by 9am. I was rather nervous about the tournament since it would be the first time I’d played 9 ball competitively. My nerves got worse after we got there and I saw the kind of players that had shown up. I also was not happy with the fact that we were playing in the women’s bracket. I don’t like playing other women very often. I get too competitive and then I can’t play worth anything. But in this case I settled for it since I wouldn’t have had a flying fart in space of doing well in the open bracket. There were four of us from our town and I figured that Tabitha and another girl would do really well along with my Mom. But the pool gods shined on me and I finished in 5th place! Tabitha, the other girl and my Mom all got eliminated in the 2nd and 3rd rounds. I was pretty pleased with how I did. I felt incredibly lucky and everyone was very proud of me.

Sunday night I was the sacrificial lamb for the pool team though. We won 4-1 and I was only one game away from winning my match. But that’s okay I figured I’d played a lot of pool over the weekend and it wasn’t a huge deal if I didn’t win. The rest of my team did awesome; Mike took out a really good player that’s ranked much higher than him, Lisa kicked ass in a rematch against a guy that none of us like, Tabitha got a rackless for what will probably be her last time playing since she has finally found a job and Brad won his match really well too.

2009-11-10T16:21:00.001-06:00

So I am finally feeling a bit better this week. I don’t feel like I’m in a complete funk anymore. We got the car fixed and it wasn’t overly expensive (yay) and things are going ok. Went out Friday night and had a night of pool and drinking and laughing and crying. For lack of remembering who I have nicknamed what on here, gloves are off and I’m using real names now. LOL

I was out with Jimmy (aka Smalls), Tabitha (not sure if I’ve mentioned her before) and Tyler (never brought him up either). Now we all are horrible examples for each other and the night turned into playing scotch doubles 8 ball and doing shots of tequila and whatever else we had. I had a total of 1 long island iced tea and one beer other than the shots and I was feeling absolutely no pain by the time the night was over. And our wonderful most awesome friend Cover was bartending so we didn’t pay for most of it. Now with all of this drinking we wind up doing I usually wind up tiptoeing over that happy go lucky edge to I cry for no reason what so ever. But at least this time I was crying cause of my puppies and just because of the crappy mood I have been in. The night ended with us heading out with our friend Jonah and his mom Susan. Susan just got a new pool table at her house so we went there to play (this is where I did most of my crying :P) After being there for a couple of hours we all found a ride home. It was about this time that I realized I had lost my keys. Which let me tell you is no easy task. I have lots of keys and lots of key chains all hooked together. But thankfully Susan found them Saturday in her car. They evidently fell out of my purse.

I spent Saturday feeling just a bit under the weather but not near as bad as I had expected. My Hubby Tim and the kids headed out of town so Tristen his oldest son could visit his mom and Tim could see his family there too. So Lily and I got a whole weekend together and it was so much fun. Saturday we just putzed around the house and she used the potty!! Sunday we got up and I took her to breakfast at our drive in restaurant Sonic. She enjoyed a sausage breakfast burrito and apple juice and played with a lady bug that landed on her. After that we went to church where I have no idea what went on because I was so busy occupying her time. Then we met up with Lisa (aka Specs) and her little boy Evan at the park. We took Comet our new puppy with us and it was a blast. He’s such a good little dog. He doesn’t need a leash and is friendly to everyone he meets. When we were all tired from the fresh fall air we went home and had lunch and laid down for a short nap. Tim wasn’t quite back in town yet by the time I had pool league so Lily got to go with me for a while. Everyone loves her and she had lots of fun. Tim showed up just in time though, she was getting tired and ready to go bye bye. So I saw them off and went back and finished our pool night. I am happy to report I won my match against a player that was supposed to be a lot better than I am. I thoroughly kicked his butt!!

Yesterday was a decent Monday. I got a lot of things done at work that I wanted to, except for my mountain of filing, but it went good. During my break I was checking out the Humane Society’s web page to see if they got any new dogs in and spied a 4 month old female basset hound. It had to be fate. Tim and I had discussed getting a second dog and we had been thinking about getting a basset hound. But all of the people that have them around here wanted way too much money. So I snuck out of work just a bit early and met Tim there to look at her. And I am happy to say we added a pretty basset girl named Maggie to our family. She is extremely well behaved, half way potty trained and is great with Comet and the kids. She is just a big lover. I’m still missing my babies Lady and Charlie but I know they are happy and taken care of up in that big doggie heaven. I’m just glad to be able to give two other dogs a good home and lots of love. Here is a cute picture I took over lunch of our Maggie and Comet.

2009-11-05T13:38:00.001-06:00

Somewhere along this lovely road of life I have evidently completely pissed off the Gods of Luck and Prosperity. In the past 6 weeks I have put two dogs to sleep, had H1N1 flu virus and as of today my car died right in the middle of morning traffic. The check engine light has been going on and off for the past week or so, but I checked the oil and the belts and made sure nothing was leaking out from underneath and couldn’t find a thing. Thankfully when it died on our busiest street this morning it started right back up, but those few seconds almost put me into a panic attack! Breaking down on a side street is one thing but being two cars back from the main traffic light in town during morning rush sucks donkey balls. I switched out vehicles over lunch to be on the safe side. At least now I get to ride around in style in my beloved Mustang. Lily will be thrilled too. Her car seat only fits in the front and she loves the fact that she can see out so well and that her brother is condemned by himself to the backseat. No worries though, my airbags automatically turn off when you have under a certain weight in the front seat.

I am very ready for this bad luck streak to be over. I don’t have exceptionally good luck to begin with so when I say I’m having bad luck I really have bad luck. I am hoping to rectify this situation with the Gods and happily go back to my mediocre luck. You are all welcome of course to make your own contributions of good karma and luck ;)

2009-11-04T10:05:00.001-06:00

Okay in light of how depressing my posts have been as of late this one shall be a bit different. I was over visiting Lucy’s blog this morning and she mentioned upper lip and eyebrow waxing. I left her a rather rambling comment that made me sound like I had a freakish lazy eye so now I must clarify for my own sake.

Now I am a very dark haired individual and therefore am cursed with dark body hair. The hair on my head is very fine and rather thin compared to others hair. But I believe my eyebrows make up for the lack of fullness my head has. I seriously have rather scary Brooke Shields eyebrows if I don’t get them shaped and waxed on a fairly regular basis. They look like two big fuzzy caterpillars sitting on my face. Now in this comment I left for Lucy I explained that I cannot do my own eyebrows. Aside from the occasional clean up plucking I do not, cannot, will not wax my own eyebrows. I am a bit OCD when it comes to things being symmetrical and this causes problems for my eyebrows. I have just a slight flaw with my eyes. One looks fine to me but the other is a bit fuller in the upper lid area that is right below the eyebrow. Therefore it seems as though I have a bit of a lazy eye. Most people I know don’t actually notice it unless I say something, but of course since it’s my face I feel like Quasimodo with the big buggy eye. I don’t believe my eye has always looked this way, personally I am blaming the trombone that hit me there back in high school and cut my eye open (that was when I definitely decided I couldn’t withstand the pain to pierce my eyebrow). So in all truth making my eyebrows match up symmetrically does not work and has the complete opposite effect and I tend to have no eyebrows left by the time I try to fix it. And ladies I don’t care who you are drawn on eyebrows are not attractive. Below I have posted a pic of my eyes just to show that I am in fact not Quasimodo with a buggy eye.

2009-11-02T15:41:00.000-06:00

I put Lady to sleep this morning. Her little body just gave out on her and she was getting bad and suffering so I took her in first thing this morning. It was one of the hardest things to do, even worse than putting Charlie down 5 weeks ago. I feel empty; my best friend that’s been there for me through everything over the past 9 years is gone. Time is such a cruel heartless bitch and goes way too fast. Seems like just yesterday my heart melted when a tiny puppy licked my toes and laid down next to my feet. We were originally going to buy her brother but we just fell in love with Lady. From that day on we were pretty much inseparable. She was a feisty little dog that thought she was much larger than she really was. She wasn’t crazy about other dogs but would bite their nose to show them whose boss and then she would tolerate them. She loved cats especially kittens. She never had any puppies but when we brought our two cats home she developed milk and nursed them for a couple of weeks since they weren’t properly weaned. She loved to go to the park and go for car rides. She made friends with the deer and miniature pony at the petting barn at the park. She slept with me every night until Lily was born and she loved getting showers. She’d just jump right on in with you. She also never ran away, she was perfectly content staying in the yard and not wondering very far. And all of my boyfriends had to meet her expectations. She wasn’t a very social dog but once she got to know you and you fed her a French fry she’d love you forever.

I could write more but I don’t want to cry at work and I’m just very very tired. Today I’ve wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl in to bed and sleep. But the world calls and doesn’t stop just for me.

2009-10-28T16:30:00.002-05:00

UPDATE: I have H1N1 flu virus aka Swine flu aka the Piggy flu. It gets me out of work for the week but it's not like I can really enjoy it. My oldest step son has it as well and Lilys daycare lady asked we keep her home with us for a few days and Hubby has stayed home so he can help out. I like to be miserable home by myself or at most with one other person preferably Hubby. Right now I am feeling so cramped for space I want to be in I'm ready to scream. I love them all but I feel icky and I am cranky. And being subjected to dumb questions(more on this in another post) and the Jonas Brothers show.

Germs germs go away come again another day little me wants to play germs germs go away!

2009-10-23T15:55:00.001-05:00

Some decent news today…I get to bring Lady home. Her kidney levels have improved enough to let her come home and we are going to try to see how she does on a strict diet and keeping her hydrated. She can live a fairly normal life if we can keep her levels low. She won’t ever be cured, but I at least want to give her a chance to see how she does. If she seems to be suffering I won’t continue to put her through it. I’m just praying she does well. She’s been my best friend for 9 years and I’m not ready to have to tell her goodbye too.

In other news that won’t make me cry when I think about it I’m going to a sex toy party tonight! I will know approximately one of the other girls there and that’s it. But hell it’s free drinks and sex toys…can you get better than that?! I’m also interested to see my friends’ reaction to everything. I have only recently befriended this girl and have come to realize why so many other people find her a bit…annoying shall we say. I will call her Mally for fun on here. She is I think 31 and a wee bit different. She is supposedly a virgin and after spending time with her I will believe her on that one. I met her through pool when she was dating a friend of mine on another team. She is a smidge dingy and very irritating to try to hold a normal two way conversation with. In a nutshell she is kind of like Rose off of the Golden Girls but not quite as enduring. But I think some of her oddness just comes from being so shy and uncomfortable in her own skin sometimes. She’s just socially awkward, but she has quite a few friends and is really sweet. The main reason I wound up befriending her was to try to set her up with Bart the Hubby’s best friend from out of state. She broke up with the guy from pool and was the only single girl I knew to introduce him too. They have finally met once but not sure what they thought of each other. She managed to date another guy in between dating the guy from pool and meeting Bart and she’s still a bit hung up on him. But I was just happy to let Bart meet a girl. I really wasn’t hoping for much else. Poor guy lives in a little bitty town in the middle of nowhere and is pretty much related to everyone around those parts. So you can understand his dilemma with meeting women.

I have contemplated wiring myself up with one of those secret agent cameras and recording everything tonight. Just seeing Mally’s reaction to everything will be fun enough. With her being a virgin and stuff things are bound to make her blush :P Hopefully I will have some time this weekend to regale you all with the story…if there’s much of one.

2009-10-22T11:30:00.001-05:00

My Lady-Belle is in kidney failure. Four weeks ago today I had to put Charlie to sleep because of kidney failure. Just a few days after he was gone I took Lady in for her yearly check up, vaccines and to have them check her kidney levels. The next day I had a girl from the Vets’ office call and tell me everything looked great. Evidently that wasn’t the case. Lady hadn’t been eating the greatest since Charlie’s been gone but she had her normal appetite for wanting people food and I chalked some of it up to stress from the new puppy as well. But Monday she didn’t seem like herself and Tuesday night she started getting sick so I got her in right away yesterday morning. I mentioned to the Vet that she had her blood work done just a few weeks ago so they decided to look at that and then decide what other tests they would run on her. The Vet came back in and informed me that 4 weeks ago her kidney levels were high and I explained to her that no one told me this and the girl that called told me everything was fine. I was not happy. I could have been getting her help 4 weeks ago! So they ran her blood work again and came back with my worst fear, she is in kidney failure.

Her numbers aren’t as bad as Charlie’s were but they still aren’t anywhere near good. So it’s back to the theory that they got into something together or they contracted Leptospirosis. I am banking on the latter of the two. It’s the only thing that makes sense especially with how they would get sick then be fine after a few days then have a relapse a few weeks later. It’s a bacterial infection that can sit in the kidney and liver and cause renal failure if not treated in a timely manner. They never did do the test on Charlie since he was so far gone and didn’t respond to the antibiotics. But they are doing it with Lady and already have her on the medicine. So far Comets levels are all okay but I will keep a very close eye on him since Leptospirosis can be passed from pet to pet and humans can even contract it, but it’s a little more difficult for us to contract. My theory on how they even came into contact with the bacteria is standing water this summer. Lady hasn’t ever minded drinking from puddles and Charlie used to get drinks out of the kids swimming pool and that’s about the time this all originally started.

I am not ready to say goodbye to Lady yet. I have had her since I was 16 and she’s been through everything with me. Granted she’s 9 but I figured she still had a few years left to her. If she responds to treatment we can manage her diet and may get at best a couple more years with her but if she doesn’t I will have to say goodbye. Watching Charlie go was one thing but it will be even harder with Lady. Even last night and this morning I couldn’t get used to her being away from home. The odd thing is being around Comet. He is such a fun little puppy; he reminds me so much of Lady when she was little and he even reminds me of Charlie a bit. It’s like he’s a little bit of both of them. I just hope he stays healthy and doesn’t get this we’ve had the little guy for two weeks and I don’t want to be signing his death warrant already. I have such a conglomeration of emotions right now and I am so tired of it all. I’m hitting that point of being mad as hell, at what or who I don’t really know; I’m just tired.

UPDATE: The Vet called this morning and told me Lady’s levels are better today. If she keeps improving to a manageable level she gets to come home. Hoping it all works out.

2009-10-16T10:18:00.001-05:00

Is anyone else addicted to Nutella? I’ve heard great things about it for a while now so I decided to buy a jar of it while I was getting peanut butter last night. Along with it I got a jar of Smuckers All Natural Peanut Butter whose only ingredients are peanuts and salt. The peanut butter is good, but I LOVE the Nutella. I’m anxious to have Lily try some tonight. It’s rather healthy for you but a little goes a long way since 2 tablespoons equals 200 calories. I had it on some bread this morning with a glass of milk. It would be awesome on smores too instead of regular old chocolate. It’s always fun to find new things that I love and I know Lily will like it too.

Speaking of things she likes she finally got her first haircut last Saturday. Yes she is 2 years old and just getting her first haircut, but I wanted to give her hair time to grow out. She has fine hair like mine and it hasn’t come in very quickly, but now she is sporting a very cute little bob. She absolutely loves playing beauty shop at home with hair berets and my curlers so you can just imagine her joy when I took her to a real beauty shop. The Hubby went with me and we decided to let her watch me get my hair done first. As I got my hair washed she sat at the next sink over pretending hers was getting washed too and she just thought it was amazing when I got my hair trimmed. When my stylist was taking the cape off of me Lily came over and excitedly said “All done!” and proceeded to kick me out of the chair so she could have her turn. I was worried she would get scared or not sit still once she got up there but she was perfect! The only thing she didn’t really like was the blow dryer, she definitely thinks it’s more fun to pretend it’s blowing air. I love having a little girl and it’s official that my best friend ever is 2 years old. I honestly could not have asked for a better child. Even when she’s being frustrating it’s still wonderful, she has the neatest personality and to know her is to love her.

2009-10-14T16:28:00.003-05:00

This is Lady Belle my 9 year old mini doxie

And this is Comet our 8 week old mini doxie

Isn't he just so innocent? :P

2009-10-13T11:22:00.001-05:00

Well the weekend brought many interesting things. Friday it brought us a new puppy, his name is not official yet but we are thinking of Comet. He is a 7 week old black and tan miniature dachshund just like Lady and Charlie. So far he reminds me so much of Lady when she was a puppy, I think he will turn out to be a great dog. I found him online through a lady that has a rescue home for doxies about 4 hours away. She was meeting a couple of other ladies from this area halfway so we met her too. I got off early on Friday picked the kids up and headed out on our trek to get the new dog. It was all highway driving and it was a part of the state I hadn’t been in in years. We went through the little towns I remember from when I was really young. It was like going through a time warp there were so many things that hadn’t changed in 20 years. It was great! Sometimes it’s nice to know things we remember fondly don’t always change. Finally after travelling for what seemed like all day (it was only 2 hrs) we got to our destination and picked up our new puppy. Lily did so well in the car, I was so proud of her. She did get a bit cranky before we stopped to eat, but did such a good job of eating her supper. We stopped at Dairy Queen in a little town and she had a hot dog and French fries. The new puppy pooped in the car before we could get back out, but thank goodness 3 pound dogs don’t make much of a mess.

Saturday we didn’t do a whole lot, just bummed around the house and got to know the puppy. That night was Specs birthday and the Hubby and I went out for dinner to celebrate the anniversary of our first date (7 years). In retrospect the evening would have gone so much better if we wouldn’t have bothered with Specs. All week I had made sure that her birthday celebration was the main event of the evening and through little actions throughout the night she and Smalls managed to just ruin the evening. Nothing they did was really all that bad, but with all of the other crap I’ve put up with from my friends over the past week it was just too much and we said goodnight and left a bit early. On the way home I wound up crying and felt like a total heel. I had enjoyed spending the evening with my Hubby and let myself get sidetracked by those two and everyone else who has hurt my feelings lately. None of the things that people have done lately have been really bad and normally wouldn’t bother me, but I’ve just felt a bit off lately. Putting Charlie to sleep and other changes I think have stressed me more than I have realized. I am hopeful that it’s all coming to an end soon. I don’t like being a gloomy gus.

On Sunday pool went well. We only won 2 out of 5 matches but I was okay with that. Then I spent the rest of the night drinking and talking with my friend Tab, from whom I have learned some very interesting things about different relationships. I honestly could write my own soap opera with everything that goes on anymore. Me I am perfectly content being at home snuggling with my family and my new puppy.

Oh I almost forgot the Hubby did an awesome job fixing our fridge door on Sunday too!! There’s a glitch with the make and model of fridge we have that causes the hinges to break and ours pretty much did on Sunday and we most definitely don’t have the money for even a used one. So he went to the hardware store and rigged up a new hinge and fixed it. It works better now than it ever did before. He is awesomeness!

2009-10-08T16:17:00.001-05:00

I am tired of people! I think it’s this stupid stuffy nose that’s been depleting my energy but I just do not have it in me to deal with people any more this week unless they are drama and accusation free. So far since last week I’ve put up with Smalls and Specs breaking up for a whole 12 hours then getting back together, so looking forward to movie night on Friday with one of my friends and his new girlfriend only to have them cancel at the very last freaking minute with an excuse that I don’t even think I believe, my once considered best friend Tits blowing me off Saturday night and not bothering to get a hold of me until Sunday to then explain that surprise surprise she was sick and it must have been really bad since she couldn’t even text, and then today I get yelled at via phone by a bitchy old lady calling me a bitch because I did my job right. Just fuck off!!

Normally I’m a happy go lucky individual that really does care what happens to her friends and is happy to do anything she can to help, but I’m just tired. Just once I want to see or talk to my friends and not have some stupid crisis going on. Now the Smalls and Specs thing really doesn’t bother me that much but it was just lumped into everything else last week and just added stress. For some reason I am the strong, level headed, responsible wisdom guru out of everyone I know and sometimes it just sucks. I just think between putting Charlie to two weeks ago, the situation with TJ (my oldest step son) and catching a cold I’ve just gotten run down. I’m ready for some relaxation and fun. The kind where I can just see my friends and our topics of conversation are odd jokes followed by drinking.

I’m hoping for some of this on Saturday, it’s Specs’ birthday and the Hubby and I are celebrating the anniversary of when we first met. Which officially is today and I feel like a total lump for not realizing it until this very moment. I also have a long weekend this weekend so I will hopefully get to catch up on some much needed rest and will be back to normal next week. I’m also blaming this crappy cold weather we are having for my issues too.

I will try to have a more upbeat post here soon; we may be getting a new puppy so at least that’s a silver lining for this weekend.

The Love Guru and the Curse

2009-10-02T16:15:00.001-05:00

Well the Love Guru has still been called into action this week. Smalls and Specs had their first really big fight and it was absolutely insane listening to the two of them yesterday. I honestly believe that once you enter into a relationship there is a curse that grabs a hold of you and you are not able to understand each other when you speak. It’s like the part on Finding Nemo where the cute baby sea turtle Squirt is trying to tell Dory and Marlin how to properly exit the East Australian Current. Marlin cannot understand a word Squirt says! I deal with this particular problem even in my own marriage. Hubby will say something and he can be speaking plain English but I will hear something totally different by the time my overactive brain takes into account voice tone, body language and possible hidden meaning. As couples we always think our other half is talking in code. Our normal ways of communicating get turned into deciphering ancient tongues when in all reality we really are meaning what we are actually saying.

Here is my theory on how this horrible curse takes hold. When you get past that first initial mushy, lovely phase of a relationship the gloves are off to this horrible curse. Once you hit a certain level of comfort with one another and actually start talking about the “future” it all goes to hell in a handbasket. Most of us are unfortunately hardwired to start focusing on the future and setting unreasonable expectations. Now I will say that I think women have a bigger issue with this than men, don’t get me wrong men do it too; just not to the degree that us women do. And by setting those ridiculous expectations and focusing on the future we drive each other absolutely batty. We turn into these crazed people. At first we actually try to meet some of our partner’s expectations but lord knows that does not help the situation. Because by the time we realize that these expectations are plain loony it’s too late. Our partners have already gotten used to us meeting these silly expectations. And at the same time we are behaving exactly the same way towards our partners and just don’t see it. It is an evil, vicious circle! And this circle my friends is where the lines of communication turn us into Navajo Wind Talkers trying to pick out the hidden message.

I believe that the curse can be broken though. It takes a lot of work but it can be done. First thing is you have to learn to be content with how your life is with or without your partner. Not saying that you have to be completely happy with it, but just don’t hate it. If you do hate it fix it before you drag someone else in with you! Because like with all those silly little self help things if you are content with who and where you are someone else will be too. You will be less inclined to act like someone you’re not. After finding this “peace” with yourself and your life comes the next step….DON’T focus so much on the future! When you hear your significant other make small reference to something the two of you should do next year don’t let your imagination run rampant. Don let a possible canoeing trip turn into a full blown fairy tale wedding complete with kids. Now I’m not saying hamper your imagination and daydreaming completely, that would be no fun and unrealistic. But just keep a firm grip on reality and understand there is a difference between reality and your happy ending daydreams. Once you keep that grip on reality you will then be able to enjoy just being with that person, you will be able to see who and what they truly are and therefore you can conquer the curse and communicate like semi intelligent human beings. You will also find with keeping a grip on your reality that it makes it a lot easier to weed out the “bad ones”. When you aren’t forming them into this perfect person in your mind you allow yourself to see their faults and their good points. You are able to decide if there faults are something you can love and live with or not.

Unfortunately the curse can take many forms and cause many speed bumps along the way in relationships but I shall discuss those one bump at a time. These bumps today in my opinion are the first cornerstones to help those budding romances actually bloom.

2009-10-01T10:41:00.001-05:00

Well today marks one week since we’ve been without Charlie. We are all adjusting pretty well, but we still miss him. It was weird having just one dog to give bacon to on Sunday morning and still makes my heart twinge a bit when I walk in and see his empty carrier where he used to sleep. We also realized that we said goodbye to Charlie 5 years to the day that we brought him home. Lady had her check up at the beginning of the week and checked out healthy which made me feel so much better. I’m not ready to say goodbye to her anytime soon.

I can tell that Lady misses him sometimes too but otherwise seems to be enjoying being the only dog at the moment. We have been thinking about getting another one but I know we are going to be picky and want to get the right one. And we’re also holding off just a bit until my step-son TJ gets here. The Hubby was originally planning on getting him moved down here the weekend of the 16th when the end of the first school quarter was done, but unfortunately the situation there hasn’t gotten a whole lot better so he is getting him this weekend. The more contact we have made with police, case workers, grandparents etc. it turns out the story is pretty much just how TJ told it. Poor kid winds up in a bad situation does the right thing by getting help and it’s his world that gets turned upside down. I know he isn’t crazy about having to leave his friends and school, but he is handling everything rather well and knows that this will be for the best in the long run. He is almost the same age I was when I was forced to move away from my friends and stuff so I can relate to how he feels. It will definitely be an adjustment having a teenager around. It really wasn’t that long ago that I was his age and I think that’s part of what makes things so weird for me. I can handle being a parent to a toddler and an 8 year old but how do I parent a teenager when there are days where I still feel like one myself? Everything will be fine and will work itself out, but it’s still a bit intimidating.

In other news I’ve been pretty proud of myself with how I’ve cut back on my alcohol consumption on Sundays at pool league and stuff. I did go out last Friday and get a bit snockered but the last few weeks at pool I’ve had maybe a drink if that and have gone home fairly early. It has been nice not coming into work on Mondays with a hangover. Granted drinking one day a week really isn’t too bad, but there are more important things in life. So I will keep my brown bottled induced giddiness to a minimum from here on out. So far this morning my jitters have been caused by my Iced Mocha from McDonalds that I ordered this morning. What possessed me to get it I have no idea since regular coffee would have been much better for me and my sugar levels. It would have tasted better too, I just can’t handle sweet stuff like I used to. I’m only 25 and I feel like I’m getting old…can’t handle sweet stuff, worrying about crows feet and I can tell when the weathers changing by the way my back feels.

Goodbye Charlie

2009-09-25T09:17:00.000-05:00

I feel very lost today. Yesterday I had to make the hard decision to put Charlie to sleep. The toxins in his system weren’t filtering out like they hoped they would and his kidneys were just shot. I knew deep down when I first took him to the vet this week that he wouldn’t get to come home again permanently. There was just this look that our other dog Lady had in her eyes that told me it was bad. Just once I would like my intuition to tell me when something good is going to happen. I have a great sixth sense for bad stuff and I just get sick of it sometimes.

The vet’s office let me bring Charlie home for a bit yesterday so Little Guy and Lady and the cats could say goodbye. I went to the store before getting him and bought gobs of camera film and some dog Halloween costumes. I got Charlie a cute little cape and Lady a pumpkin sweater. I also grabbed some new squeaky toys. We didn’t buy them often because within minutes Charlie would have them destroyed to get the squeaker out. After getting him home I think Lady was in denial. She kept trying to get him to play and just be Charlie, which was somewhat out of character for her. She wasn’t thrilled when we brought him home as a puppy five years ago and just finally really warmed up to him within the past two. Rascal our cat even let Charlie chase him around the living room, he was so kind as to slow down so he could catch him. We took over two rolls of film up yesterday and it was nice that we got to see him behave like Charlie one last time. He napped on the couch for a while and peed on the carpet. Then got to go out to the backyard and see his squirrel and peed, pooped and threw up. When he was going potty so much it lifted my spirits a bit thinking maybe he was starting to come out of it and it crossed my mind to give him a few more days, but then he threw up and looked up at me afterwards and just looked miserable. I knew I was only kidding myself thinking he’d come out of it again. So we loaded him back up in the car and headed back to the vets office.

The Hubby made it home long enough to love him and spend a little time with him but didn’t want to be there for the whole thing and Little Guy was too young to be there so I left him in the car with Lady and carried Charlie in. I couldn’t let him go without being there; I had promised him he wouldn’t go alone. The vet came in and explained the procedure to me and told me how good Charlie had been for them and how I had gone above and beyond what most people would for a pet. It didn’t really make me feel better but it was nice of him to say it. I appreciated the sentiment. Then it was time and my wonderful boy went peacefully and quickly. It is very different when they are actually gone. I didn’t cry as hard as I thought I would at that moment. It was just a moment of absolution, Charlie wasn’t there anymore it was just this furry thing that used to have Charlie inside. I knew he was being met at that pearly doggie door by Marshal my Dad’s German Shepard that was my protector when I was little and Bea our Beagle and all of the other animals we had known in our lifetime and even those we didn’t. And I that hooey that’s supposedly in the Bible about animals not going to heaven is just plain rubbish. I read an article on it the other day and in the article the stupid writer said that Jesus died for the sins of humans. That’s only because he didn’t have to die for the sins of animals. Especially dogs and cats and all sorts of other pets. Animals already know how to love unconditionally; they already know how to live their lives for someone else. Even the ones that turn out mean were only made that way because of the environment they were subjected to. I am one of those people I can relate better to animals than I can to people.

This will be very hard for a while to get used to, right now I’m stuck in the “what if” stage wondering if I would have done something different would he still be here. I feel like I failed him. But someday it will get easier and I have to focus on taking care of Lady and giving her everything she needs to make the rest of her days wonderful. I’m hoping her and I have quite a few more.

2009-09-23T16:03:00.001-05:00

Today has been a bit of a sad day. I am waiting to find out if we have to put our dog Charlie to sleep. He got sick for about a week about 2 months ago but seemed to spring back from it just fine, then Lady got sick the same way for a couple of days and bounced back, then Charlie got sick again. I decided to bite the bullet and take him in yesterday to see what was going on. I figured they were just getting into something that was giving them bad indigestion or something. But unfortunately the diagnosis wasn’t that good. Charlie’s kidneys were failing. The vet said his numbers were the worst he has ever seen and seemed rather surprised he was still alive. So they kept him there last night and put him on an IV with fluids so they could do more tests and see how bad the damage is. One of the biggest milestones was if Charlie could still pee. They did x-rays and ruled out any blockage or bladder explosion and late last night Charlie peed which is a good sign. So today they are going to push more fluids through his system and see if his kidneys will jump start back at least to the point where he can live somewhat normally on a special low protein diet and medication.

He is not out of the woods yet and him passing away is still a very possible thing right now just depending on what they can find out. They still don’t know what has caused it though. Which I still believe he’s been getting into something he shouldn’t. The first time it happened I had gotten home for lunch and put him on his leash outside when I went to bring him in he didn’t feel good and spent the next few days throwing up all over the kitchen (that’s where we keep the dogs during the daytime while we’re at work) and just seeming miserable. But then one day he was just back to regular old Charlie. Then when Lady got it, it was the same way, I had let her outside and when she came back in she didn’t feel good etc. And same way this time with Charlie again. The Vets have said that it can’t be a weed or pesticide, which I don’t completely believe that those can’t help cause renal failure if he’s subjected to it for longer periods and we don’t know it. He can’t really get into my weed infested flower beds since his leash won’t reach that far and the neighbor’s hedge doesn’t seem to have anything in it either. The other thought I’ve had is we do have mushrooms that grow in the yard sometimes and I found out that those can cause renal failure in dogs much like grapes or raisins. I’m sure we probably won’t ever find out absolutely what caused this and it’s frustrating. I want to be able to keep them out of anything they can get sick from and it’s hard to do if I can’t figure out what it is.

I’ve been a mess since this news yesterday and am trying to cope with the fact of not ever brining Charlie home again. I know there is hope but I don’t want to jinx myself. I always figured we’d have issues with Lady before Charlie since she’s older. Charlie is only 5. The other stress adding to this is the cost of all of this. We qualified for a medical credit card type thing that offers a low monthly payment plan, but it’s still going to be a lot of money we don’t have. But I could not live with myself if I didn’t try for Charlie, if he can still live a good puppy life then he deserves it, but if not I will do what is best for him.

I guess time will tell this week on what will happen, I’m hoping for the best.

2009-09-16T10:50:00.001-05:00

Hey y’all!! Not much to report these past few days. I was tagged by Helen and will dutifully get to it….just not today :P

So far this week is just creeping by. I spent Monday in a whiskey induced daze from the night before. In all reality it wasn’t your typical hangover, it was more of I had consumed way too much sugar with my alcohol and that made me feel icky. Sunday night was the beginning of pool league again and my team won 4-1. I of course was the 1 that lost, but I played well and lost to a guy that’s a lot of fun to play. I enjoyed my Jack Daniels and coke until bartenders switched and I got more coke than anything so I had a couple of beers. It was about 9:30 and I was starting to get tired and told Specs I’d probably head home in a little bit, but then somehow got involved with taking numerous shots with some other friends up at the bar. It was rather interesting and a lot of fun but my tiredness took over again so I went home.

After I got home the Hubby was watching the VMA’s so I watched with him and also learned that Little Guys “Mother” sent him and email about Little Guy. Stupid wench evidently has worked long enough and stayed in one spot long enough for the state to notify her about the child support she is supposed to be paying. So she’s decided that since she has to pay for him she might as well be able to see him. And mind you this coming from the woman that couldn’t be bothered with following through with taking us to court over custody this past year. But it was just the same old bullshit she always says, I can’t find you, don’t know how to get a hold of you blah, blah, blah. Our number hasn’t changed, our places of employment haven’t changed, her parents know how to get a hold of us and she is the one that neither her lawyer, our lawyer, us nor the court could find her when it came time for court in June. Her audacity never ceases to amaze me sometimes. I honestly had no idea it was that possible for someone to be that stupid and to learn absolutely nothing over the years. But I’m not too stressed about it. She still gave nothing but a stupid email address to get a hold of her and with the parenting plan the court approved we have the right in several different circumstances to suspend any visitation rights she has. Which we intend to do. Little Guy is still having a hard time at school. It’s been better this week, but he got two in school suspensions within a week of each other and was headed for out of school suspension when we all finally figured out what was going on. He was upset because his best friend had other friends and he just lashed out. But thankfully the boys talked things out and seem to be doing okay the last few days. But he is still having a hard time with his attitude and adjusting to everything. He doesn’t do well with change and other things mostly thanks to the hell his “mother” put him through. But he will pull through it and he’s been great the last few days.

In other kid news the Hubby’s oldest son TJ has caused a stir up as well. He has always lived with his Mom and Step Dad since I have been with the Hubby and he turned 14 this summer. Well along with the normal teenage angst he has developed some disrespectful behavior that I attribute to the crowd he hangs out with. But evidently he got in a fight with his Step Dad Monday night and not sure what happened actually yet but one thing led to another and he went down to the police station and filed charges against his Step Dad. His story is his Step Dad got mad at him and hit him in the face, kicked him etc. Step Dad’s version is he asked TJ to stay with his younger sister so he could go pick up his mom from work TJ got mad and got extremely disrespectful and tried to leave the apartment and Step Dad smacked him upside the head. My theory is the truth lies somewhere in between the two stories and I think it was a bit extreme that TJ went to the cops before calling his Dad or I or his numerous Aunts, Uncles and Grandparents that live there. So now he is staying at a Grandparents house and Hubby and his Mom get to decide what’s going to happen. It’s possible he may come to live here with us or something, time will tell and it will all work out okay in the end but until then we will have a rather ticked off teenager to deal with along with a lot of stress for other people.

So far the only other child that can get into trouble is Lily and thank God she is only 2!! LOL

2009-09-08T14:52:00.001-05:00

Very rarely do I treat close to political things on here. I am not a fan of politics and it just gets scary. But today I got a good dose on facebook how extremely ignorant and narrow minded people can be. Now some of you may have heard all the hub bub about President Obama giving a speech to schools today. I really hadn’t paid much attention to it until this morning when a family member of mine got berated for listing her opinion. I was the only one that really agreed with what she said. Now I have no problem with people voicing their opnions. Everyone has the right to there’s, but what I do have a problem with are those people that choose to make it a personal thing and get downright nasty with you just because your opinion is different. This in my opinion is how wars begin. Now I attempted to copy and paste the line of discussion and change the names, but the dopey thing wouldn’t let me paste the whole comments so below is the post my relative put up and I will give a summary of what was said.

Relative: What is the problem with kids watching Obama's speech in school?? Seriously, parents get over the fact that your candidate didn't win and let your kids make their own decisions. Maybe they should ask their kids who they voted for in the mock elections at school.
4 hours ago • Comment •

Now after she posted this basically 4 of her friends got rather nasty towards her and proceeded to compare Obama to Hitler, accuse him of being a terrorist and of course the “he can’t prove he’s a natural born citizen”. About halfway through a dozen comments from these women I chimed in, in support of my relative and here was my post:

Me: I'm with you on this one Relative. I think part of the issue with Obama anymore is he is different, and we as a people are always scared of what is different. Let kids listen and make up their minds. A lot of them won't be paying attention anyway, or won’t understand it. But some will and it having an open mind to listen to the speech encourages them to think for themselves. Sometimes I think parents get too wrapped up in what party they belong to and forget that children can make their own decisions. I remember for the longest time I considered myself a republican as a child because my Dad told me democrats were bad. :P Soon enough it will all be yesterday’s news and life will go on. 2 hours ago • Delete

After this post the nasty women then proceeded to berate me with the same dribble as they had my relative and accused me of blaming the Republican Party etc. Reading through their comments to me did tick me off just a bit. These women basically took everything. I wrote and twisted it around to something completely different. It was absolutely insane. They were like a pack of wolves and still have not left my relative alone today about this. Myself and a couple of her guy friends attempted to randomly post a funny comment trying to get these women to just chill, but it has yet to work. Granted facebook is not necessarily somewhere to discuss politics, but if they didn’t like what she said they could have just left it alone. And I’m hoping they feel like idiots after the great reviews the President has gotten regarding his speech this morning. I’m not trying to say their opinion is wrong, their facts may be a bit screwy, but their opinion is their right, but they should not turn into nasty, ignorant asses.

Anyway, there is my rant for the day :P

2009-08-28T10:34:00.001-05:00

Not too much to report for this week. I finally got a relaxing and enjoyable night with the kids last night. The Hubby is on call this week and Little Guy has started back in with his old bad attitude and fits since school started, so it has made for a bit of a stressful week. But I decided I would take my chances and take the kids and myself out to dinner and shopping last night. We at pizza at Old Chicago and went shopping at Kmart. Not one fit from either of them the whole night!! It was wonderful. We really didn’t buy anything at the store other than dog and cat food but we had a fun time looking at clothes and shoes and stuff. Lily had a ball trying on all kinds of shoes. That child loves shoes like I’ve never seen before. I’ve decided I may have to go back on my own and buy her a couple pairs. I wanted to get them last night but Little Guy was close to having issues with not getting any new shoes since we just bought him some so I decided not to chance getting Lily shoes. I’m hoping we have another good night tonight. We’re having left over pizza!!

Monday was a good night too I guess. My friend Tabitha had her birthday so a bunch of us girls met up at a local bar around 9:00. So far in all my years I hadn’t been out on a Monday night but we had a blast. A friend of ours who runs a karaoke business was doing karaoke at this bar so I had fun watching people I know sing and dance and have a good time. And even though college is back in the bar really wasn’t very busy. We all got a bit tipsy but that was somewhat of the point that night. It’s a rule you have to get tipsy with Tabitha. She’s a fun lady but she’s one of those I like her a lot more when she’s drinking. She lets her guard down and doesn’t come across so snooty. To top it off I felt really well on Tuesday morning. I had just a small headache and was a bit tired, but all in all I felt pretty good for staying out until 1:00am the night before.

I have also been having very interesting dreams lately. I think it’s a combination of whatever I’ve been eating before bed and my overactive subconscious. My mind comes up with some of the craziest things for me to dream. Most of the time I can usually sit down and figure out its train of thought. My brain associates the weirdest things with one another sometimes. The other night I had an odd dream that flitted from being with Specs and Smalls at some sort of concert/street dance to rushing with smalls back to this like top secret government bunker to get something he had forgotten and somewhere in all of it we wound up kissing. So wrong!! But in this dream I alternated from experiencing everything to watching myself like I was watching a movie or something. Then the dream changed to being at a casino with a bunch of friends and I was there with another one of my guy friends and we were a couple. This was another area where it was like I was watching a movie. And it was so wrong too!! This particular friend of mine I see as an older brother in real life. Although I think the reason I dreamt about this is he was talking about taking his girlfriend to Las Vegas when I had seen him earlier that day. These were all still very disconcerting. It’s always weird when you have dreams like that about people you absolutely don’t think about in that way. I told Specs about them and she thought they were hilarious.

I had another one last night where she and I were at pool league and she wound up order spaghetti and meatballs and entire bottle of wine. Not normal fair for a pool hall. But instead of getting a bottle of wine she got this huge pilsner glass full of wine and we shared a Jaeger bomb through straws. I am hoping that tonight’s dreams might be a little more scaled down. So far I have really made my rounds of people I make out with in my dreams. A few months back I had dreamt about me and Specs (that was extremely weird), now I’ve dreamt about Smalls and my friend Cover. It’d be nice if my subconscious could throw the Hubby in there somewhere!

2009-08-24T15:30:00.001-05:00

Today I shall regale you with a tale about two 25 year old mommy’s almost getting into a bar fight with a 21 year old badly bleached blonde bimbo (apologies for anyone blonde, I am not prejudice towards blondes, but that is the best way to describe her).

Saturday night the Hubby and I had tickets to go to a concert put on by the Deaf Pedestrians at one of our new local bars. We were to meet Specs and Smalls there around 7is. They had beaten us there and informed us via text that it was already packed and standing room only which was just wonderful music to our ears (note sarcasm). We had already had offers to do other things that night that sounded better to us. But I had already bought the tickets and told Specs we would go. So we gave our tickets to the guy at the door and stood in line at the bar to grab our drinks and head off to find Specs and Smalls. As we were stepping towards the bar to give the bartender our order this little blonde witch stepped in front of us and got herself a drink. It pissed me off but I just let it go. Well a while later Specs and I were standing in line literally stepping up to the bar making eye contact with the bartender opening our mouths to give him our order when the same little twit did it again!! I looked at Specs and said “That’s the second fucking time she has done that tonight!”

Well evidently Specs was in as feisty of a mood as I was and neither of us really felt like putting up with people’s stupid shit, but I found out that her fuse was a bit shorter than mine. We stepped up to the bar next to the inconsiderate little fop and Specs said rather loudly “Well I guess you have to be a bleach blonde bimbo to get what you want around here”. Then came the bimbo’s next mistake, she looked at Specs and said “What?!” very nastily and Specs proceeded to say it again and explain to her the error of her ways with cutting in line at the bar. Well they exchanged a few more words and Specs ended up with the upper hand in the conversation and the other girl got her drink and walked off in a huff.

After we grabbed our drinks we realized that we were going to have to walk right by her on our way back to our guys. She was in the process of whining to all of her other little bleached blonde friends about what happened. I just shook my head and proceeded to keep walking then she made her next mistake. She saw us coming and stepped back into our way to block us from getting by. Since I was ahead of Specs I said “Excuse me” and in a pleasant tone. She ignore me so I pushed her out of my way and said with a big smile “I’m sorry, I did say excuse me”. And all of her friends proceeded to laugh at her, but the idiot still didn’t leave it alone. She then proceeded to get very loud when talking about the conversation she had with Specs and kept saying something to the tune of “there’s no such thing as a line at the bar”. Her friends finally got sick of her and wound up trying to ditch her in the crowd. I did inform Specs who was just fuming that if we had to deal with her again that I would. I figured I could handle it without getting us sent to jail for assault.

The rest of the night was spent listening to the ear ringing music, watching lesbians make out and getting assaulted by the guy standing next to me who was way to hyper. He didn’t actually hurt me or anything; just every once in a while would slap me on the back and start singing whatever song was playing at me. It was rather entertaining. It definitely is not my usual crowd. If nothing else it was an interesting experience, one I’m not likely to repeat anytime soon but an experience.

Some how I have a feeling we will run into our little bimbo friend again someday though. But I’m not worried in both a battle of wits and of brawn she would be unarmed. Plus age and wisdom always prevail over youth and treachery. :D

2009-08-12T11:33:00.000-05:00

Ok be proud of me I actually bought and read a book within two days!! Since the Hubby and I have been together my reading of books has died off a bit. In the 7 years we have been together I have read a total of 4 books. I know, I know it’s sad. I love to read, I just haven’t felt like I’ve had the time or whatever to do so. But I bought a cute little mystery on Sunday called “Laced” by Carol Higgins Clark and finished it up last night. It’s a lighthearted mystery that takes place in Ireland. Just the kind of book I needed to get me back into the swing of things. I had other books that peaked my interest more when I was at the bookstore but this one wasn’t extremely long and was cheap. And anymore cheap is my favorite thing. So instead of paying almost $30 for a hardback novel I wanted to get I paid $2 for this one and I was very pleased. I think I’m going to go root through Coyote Mikes book collection one of these days and borrow a few from him. I have been interested in a few that he has told me about, so I will now use him as a new personal library!! Thanks Mike!! So maybe if I can start reading maybe a book every week or two it will give me some new posts too. I can try my hand at giving a book review or something. I’ll write one on this book when I get the time. In the meanwhile I will leave you with one of my favorite poems…it was written by General George S. Patton who was a brilliant General and a very intelligent human being.

THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY
by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.

Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.

I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.

I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.

I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.

I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.

In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.

While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.

Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.

See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.

Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.

Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.

I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.

Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.

In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.

Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.

I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.

And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.

Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.

So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.

So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.

And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.

So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.

2009-08-07T09:26:00.001-05:00

To all of you who are wondering…Lily is officially two and loved her birthday. She and her Daddy especially loved her birthday ice cream cake. Cake batter flavored ice cream with cookie dough mixed in smushed in between layers of red velvet cake covered with white frosting with crushed graham crackers on the outside. It is one of the few birthday cakes our family has actually finished in a matter of two days. And she made out with lots of good presents. Her baby dolls now have a stroller and a bath tub, she got a little mermaid doll to play with in her bath tub and a new Elmo story book. So far she has taken her book to daycare with her almost every day this week. She also got plenty of balloons which she takes great joy in pummeling. She just starts swinging her little fists and goes at them…better them than her brothers though. Little Guy has needed a break from getting his arse kicked by his 2 year old sister. I will try to get pictures up within the next year hopefully J

On other news fronts not much has gone on. I won my pool match on Sunday while intoxicated. I was very surprised. I play very well when I have a drink or two in me but after I cross a certain threshold I can’t shoot to save my life. But somehow the pool gods smiled upon me. I get to the pool hall around 4:00 to warm up before league starts at 5. On Sunday I was ready for a drink since the crick I had had in my neck for the past 3 weeks moved down to my lower back. Granted my neck felt better but my lower back was killing me. Now I have had a bad back for years. They discovered when I was 16 that my spine curves in my lumbar area right around my hips which is not a good place to have issues with your back. Since then I have suffered from my back going out on me to the point that I can hardly move and I want to cry it hurts so bad. I would gladly give birth again compared to when my back is really out. So anyway, when I got to the pool hall at 4:00 I had my “adopted” brother bartender make me a vodka cranberry with a splash of 7up. Normally I go for the Long Island Iced Teas but those just kick my butt way too early in the day. So I sipped on my first glass for quite a while, then everyone started showing up. Then we all started drinking a bit more together then came the Vegas Bombs. Now mind you I’m pretty happy at this point but not really bad, but the way the matches played out I wound up playing last which after drinking for 4 hours is not a good thing. So I got up to play my match against one of my good friends. Now I was feeling a bit cocky because she really isn’t a very good shot…well she has started shooting better since I last played her. So I lost the first game, then continued to find my groove with the help of some good tunes on the jukebox and won the next two games which won me the match. I was shocked and so were they. They are all good friends of mine but they know how I shoot when I’ve drank over a certain limit. But it worked for me and won my team the night so I was not complaining. I have decided though that I really need to slow down and that it’s okay not to do shots with everyone that wants one. I was a very responsible bordering on boring 21 year old. I think I’m making up for it now.

I have also decided that I have now become “one of the guys” again. All my life I have always had guys for friends except for the few female friends I have deemed friend worthy. Girls can just be too much work and dramatic to have as good friends and the ones I have chosen as friends have all become lifelong friends…the lucky few they are (haha). Over the years I have always been just one of the guys. I’ve always been a tomboy but I have also maintained a bit of girliness too. Guys seem to like this about me. I can give them an un-jilted woman’s point of view. I can watch them check out other girls and not really care (unless they are my guy then there is a difference) and I can rough house with the best of them. Granted I have not done the latter since I was still a teenager but I’m sure I can still hold my own and kick butt. But since high school I really haven’t had a real group of friends I hang out with until I started playing pool so I thought maybe I had lost my “one of the guys” status along the way. Well my friend Mav (I posted about him and his girlfriend problems a couple posts ago) has shown me different. I have entered into the “one of guys” zone once again. I got to hear via text yesterday in minute detail about a topless dancer he watched at the bar the other night. And I have been enlightened to many of these conversations throughout pool nights. Now I really don’t mind because I find it funny and I’m glad they don’t have to worry about getting in trouble around me. But there are just some details I don’t need to know. But I guess I will say being a part of these conversations has helped me over the years. It has helped me to understand why guys are attracted to certain things etc. And when you open your eyes and try to see what they do it helps you become a bit more secure too. Because it’s hard to get pissed off at your guy or whatever guy when you totally understand why they find someone else attractive. I have learned to appreciate what they see and in turn I’ve helped enlighten them as well. It has made me much more relaxed and comfortable in my own skin. But I will still repeat…some details I do not need!

I suppose I’ve rambled enough for this post…so I shall actually do some work I am getting paid for…stay tuned for my next mentionings of mindless drivel!!

2009-07-28T14:59:00.016-05:00

Well the countdown has begun to Lily’s birthday. In six days she will officially be 2 years old!! I’m not sure when it happened but it did. I was looking through pictures yesterday and it seems like we just got done bringing this tiny 6lb 14oz baby home from the hospital. Now we have a tall, walking, talking toddler who is still the most beautiful girl in the world!! I dare anyone to disagree with me on that fact!! J

We are going to do birthday festivities on Saturday. I’m going to get her her own personal ice cream cupcake then get a regular cake for everyone else. I still have no idea what to get her for her birthday, I’m one of those mothers that has a hard time saying no when she picks up a baby doll or other toy at the store. I am hoping this disease will get better as she gets older but I’m not holding my breath. I think next year for her third birthday I want to get her a playhouse, she’ll be old enough to really enjoy it then. This year I might just take her to the store and turn her loose and buy whatever she picks up. This means of course more baby dolls. I love my girl!! Here are some pictures of her from teeny tiny to now. Enoy!

Just Born

About two weeks old

2 months

Halloween 2007 2 months old

Christmas 2007 4 months

5 months old

1 year

16 months christmas time 2008

18 months

Now-2 years old

And just for the record I hate putting pictures up because it never posts it the same way I lay it out with picutres...so you guys just get to deal with a jumbled mess. :P

The Amazing Love Guru

2009-07-21T09:31:00.000-05:00

I come to you today not as regular old SuvvyGirl but as….SuvvyGirl the Love Guru!! I needed more lighthearted blog fodder since the last post and behold my very own life produced it!!

Now I’ve told you the story of Specs and Smalls, who are doing very well together. They finally had sex and it has actually made things much more bearable and thankfully they have spared me all of the little details. They still make each other deliriously happy. Now comes the story of…I’m having issues coming up with cute little nicknames for them…I really don’t have to keep them anonymous I just enjoy giving people funny little character names here….well lets call the guy Maverick(gimme a break I watched Top Gun the other night) and lets call her Suds (she likes beer). Okay now that I have that part taken care of here is a bit of the back-story.

Maverick is my age and I met him through my Mom and Step Dad when we all played pool together. Maverick and I still play pool every Sunday on leagues on different teams. Now he is just a regular good ol boy. Grew up in small town Nebraska and he’s designed like a big teddy bear in a way. Definitely not a guy you want to piss off. He loves mud racing, pool and girls. Even though he’s not a whole lot to look at the girls love him, hence why he has 4 children…he has been dubbed as super sperm because of it. Now I see Mav as more of a brother type to me more than anything. Partly because another guy we play pool with actually thought he and another one of our friends were my brothers. So with this familiar bond between us it’s somewhat hard for me to look at him in a different angle and understand why women love him so much. But I do get it. He’s very respectful and enduring to women. He can make you feel like you are the most beautiful girl in the room when you’re feeling down and he’s a good protector. He’s got a big heart and a lot of charm. My parents made it his job to look out for me at pool when they moved away and he does a good job of it. He’s a good friend and really is like a brother to me.

Now Suds I have only known for about 6 months. I only met her because she is dating Mav. But I really like her and she is one of the few girls I’ve met in my lifetime that I gave the status of true friend to. I don’t’ trust women and they are too high maintenance to have as friends usually. I pick my female friends wisely. Now she grew up here and was a year a head of me in high school but I never did meet her back then. I have only lived here since my junior year in high school and didn’t really care if I got to know anyone there or not. According to her her story is in high school and for a couple years after she was in a serious relationship with a guy they had talked about getting married then something happened and they broke up. After they broke up she went a bit downhill went on a 3 month binger and wound up pregnant by a guy who wanted nothing to do with the kid. So then she became a single mommy to a beautiful little boy who is now 21/2.

Now their story comes together. In March or so of 2008 Mav and Suds started dating. We all knew of Suds but didn’t’ expect that it was anything serious since Mav was also seeing other girls at that time. Well evidently somewhere in those first few months Mav and Suds became exclusive unbeknownst to the rest of us. Then Mav got caught cheating on Suds with the mother to one of his children. This was not a surprise to anyone, it wasn’t overly out of character for Mav, but what was out of character was that he and Suds were supposedly exclusive. Well Suds forgave him and Mav has been a straight arrow only for her since then, which means he really must care for her. Now there are things a lot of us know that Suds doesn’t from the time when they first started dating until he got caught. But we have all decided we’ll just leave well enough alone and not get into the middle of that. Now Suds has been talking about marriage quite a bit the last few months and some of us have tried to politely tell her not to get her hopes up. No one has really gotten Mav to settle down like that and I just don’t think he’s ready for something like that anyway. But so far the warnings have fallen on deaf ears with Suds and she is still expecting it to happen. This is where the downfall begins. Now I’ve done and been exactly where Suds is with this situation. You find someone you love so much then you get this fantasy in your head of what you want everything to be then you turn into a major bitch when it doesn’t’ start happening. It’s the fairytale syndrome. You get so desperate for your plan to work out you push and push the other person until they either give in or in most cases leave. Mav and Suds are teetering on that edge. We have all noticed that in the past month or so Suds has become increasingly difficult for Mav to get along with. He doesn’t’ do what she wants him to and they get mad at each other.

Now I am stuck in the middle of this one since I am friends with both of them. And even though there is probably more to the story than what I have heard and seen I am supporting Mav a bit more than Suds. Mav has done an excellent job of remaining faithful to Suds and just tries to have a good time together while maintaining separate lives too. He still wants to be able to have their own things that they do and be okay with it. Suds on the other hand is not very good at this. I’m still not sure what is going to happen to them, but Mav is pretty sure that Suds has cheated on him recently and given everything he’s told me I’m wondering myself. Since they’re problems have escalated over the last couple of weeks I have had things and images of them seared into my brain that I really didn’t need. I really don’t’ look for them to come out of this together, but I the love guru have been wrong before.

2009-07-16T09:03:00.001-05:00

Good morning darlings!! I’m coming to you this morning from a slightly windy and very rainy Nebraska town. The thunderstorms started early this morning and I don’t mind one bit. The Hubby left yesterday to go see his family for the next week and therefore I did not sleep well last night. I blame it more on the heat, Lily and the dogs.

My Mom and my Grandmother decided to move up their visit from the end of this month to this week on very short notice. Which is okay, I just wasn’t quite prepared for it. Grandma got here yesterday and until the guy gets done with the rest of the plumbing today or tomorrow at my other house she is staying with us. So far this visit is going better than the last, she has not completely morphed into Attila the Hun yet, but she still isn’t travelling overly well. She refused to let me have Little Guy sleep downstairs in the spare bedroom so she could have his room. So I have my Grandmother sleeping on the couch. Granted it’s a comfortable couch but I still feel bad having my 78 year old grandmother sleep on the couch!! But I did everything to get her to sleep in Little Guys room short of carrying her in there. So I guess it’s her choice…but I still feel bad. But once Mom gets here tomorrow they will be staying at the other house.

In other news, over the last couple of weeks I have made some attempts to actually start speaking to my father again. He’d been on my mind a lot as of late so I decided to be the one to crack and sent him a text first. My Dad does not text but I knew he’d at least read it and he’d either call or I’d hear from my Step Mom. It was the latter of the two and it seemed safe to call him. The last screaming fit he had with me way back in October he had instructed me not to call him etc. (I’m still not overly sure about what it was all about). So up until two weeks ago I had followed his orders and not called him. I was also being stubborn and was determined to make him call me first…that really worked out. But since I gave him a call we’ve just played phone tag since then. I also found out my step brother got married to his girlfriend and they are living here. She grew up here I guess and evidently they’re not on very good terms with my Step Mom and my Dad. They came over for a bit with their little one on the 4th of July then he stopped by my office again last Friday. Toby and I have always gotten along but really haven’t seen much of each other over the last few years due to our dysfunctional family. I’m still a bit leery of him becoming so chummy all of a sudden, but it’s nice to be forming some kind of relationship. I’m just not overly trusting when it comes to dealing with anything to do with my step mom. She’s an awesome lady and I really do like her, but we are still getting used to each other. There’s a jealousy factor there (more on her part than mine) that has always caused a few issues over the years. It also doesn’t help that my Dad is no longer the man I knew who raised me, he’s a pod person. Dad changed a lot when he and Mom divorced and I’m still trying to get to know who he is. I probably haven’t been he most receptive to him at times because I don’t really like the man he’s become. My Dad was totally awesome and the best Dad I could have asked for until the divorce, then something in him broke I he just honestly hasn’t even tried to fix it. Since the divorce is the only time I will ever call my father a weak man. Sometimes I still catch a glimpse of the man he used to be and I think there’s hope but then that glimpse is gone.

I think the more time goes on the angrier I get with him about it. I’m angry that he just decided to stay broken and not even try to fix himself. I’m angry that he’s not even trying to be the man I know he really is. He’s not being the Dad he should/should’ve been for me and my step siblings, he’s not being the grandfather that he should be, he’s not being the friend he should be or the husband that my step mom deserves. He’s not being the person he should be for himself. It’s very frustrating. And sad thing is I’m too chicken to tell him any of it. I absolutely hate letting anyone see me cry and know it’s because of something they’ve done to me. Makes me feel out of control and weak. It hurts my pride as well. For the most part I think I turned out pretty good and I owe a lot of that to him. The morals and ideals he taught me while growing up are forever instilled in me. He gave me my love for music and the confidence to succeed at whatever I do. I just wish he’d listen enough for me to return the favor. Maybe someday I won’t be such a coward about it and will actually tell him all of this. I just miss my Dad.

Quick someone give me something a bit more lighthearted to write about! :P

Summertime

2009-07-07T11:29:00.001-05:00

Summertime always brings wonderful memories of childhood days gone by. Today at worked I watched as two little girls played together in the hallway and got to giggling so hard they both nearly fell over.

I miss laughing like that. It has been too long since I have done that. The closest I have come to it anytime recent is when I’ve been a bit on the tipsy side and in my book that doesn’t quite cut it; it’s just not the same.

When I was a kid I used every bit of my imagination I could. One of my funniest memories is when one of my best friends Ashley and I would get my grandmothers old tea set out put Sunkist pop in it and pretend we were drinking “beer”. We then would take turns saying funny things and acting like we’d imbibed a bit too much. By the time it was all over we would be laughing so hard we could barely breathe.

Ashley and I would have many adventures over the summertime. My Grandma lived a few hours away in a very small town with dirt roads. We would spend our days playing cops and robbers on our bikes, throwing dolls and water balloons off of the top deck to see what would happen, sucking on Honeysuckle blooms and walking in the muddy streets after a good rain. Also if we were lucky her older brothers would take a break from teasing us long enough to play a game of baseball with us using a tennis ball and tennis racket…home runs are much easier to hit that way.

Back during those summers my Dad would also take me fishing down at the little town lake. I always threw the fish that I caught back in, mostly in part because I never caught anything worth keeping, but also because I just enjoyed being out there. It was always so calm and peaceful and always got a big laugh out of the odd things my Dad would catch on his line…old boots/shoes, driftwood and snapping turtles. I always enjoyed him catching the turtles the most, I love animals and was fascinated to see one up close. I loved turtles and would take care of the various box turtles that would make a pit stop in Grandma’s yard on their way down to the lake.

Those summer days have long since gone, but in some ways I’m slowly being able to relive some of it through Little Guy and Lily. I have been trying to make it a point to just enjoy everyday and not stress about time and silly things that don’t really matter in the long run. I guess you can say I am trying to recapture my younger youth.

These Are a Few of My Unimportant Things

2009-06-24T14:24:00.011-05:00

Hidey Ho good bloggers!! I have recently been tagged (I’m so excited!) by a new blogger that I have been reading…Olga. Please note the link to the side as I have yet to figure out how you link a word. She has a wonderful blog with fabulous photos of different places all over the world. It’s a blog you should most definitely check out, I myself have enjoyed it immensely.

Now on for this tag, I am to name 6 unimportant things that I love. So…here we go!!

1. Being Barefoot- I absolutely love being able to go around barefoot or in sandals. If I could do this all year round it would be wonderful. But unfortunately here in Nebraska we only get just a few months out of every years that’s good barefoot weather.

2. Animated Movies (Disney/Pixar/DreamWorks etc.)-I’m a big kid myself with an overly active love for cartoons and fairytales. I think these kinds of movies are a good way to escape everyday stress. My new favorite movie lately has been Bolt.

3. Chocolate-There really is no need for an explanation on this one. My favorite chocolate bar is Hershey’s Symphony Milk Chocolate and Toffee.

4. My childhood toys-I still have a lot of my toys from when I was a kid. I can’t bear to part with them and I’m still not great about sharing them with my kids because “they just don’t know how to play with them right”. Every once in a while it’s awesome to be able to slip away to a quiet room and play with my old dolls and Barbie’s and teenage mutant ninja turtles.

5. Lightning Bugs-Nothing is as cool as sitting in the yard around dusk watching all of the beautiful little blinking bugs. They are so neat and pretty to watch, even if it is their butts that light up.

6. The smell in the air after it rains-There is nothing better than taking a stroll when it stops raining and everything is nice and green and cool with the feeling of renewed life all around.

Those are a few of the unimportant things that I love. Now I tag:

Mike

Lucy

Amber

Helen

Coffey

Sarah

Enjoy!!

Unambitious

2009-06-23T08:17:00.000-05:00

Well after a tumultuous visit all of my family is gone and I am still completely tired. I’m jealous of the Hubby because he gets to be home on vacation all this week with the kids. I was originally going to take this week off too, but then my co-worker piped up and said she was going to be out of town on a trip she planned a year ago. A bit frustrating because she waited to tell any of us about it until about a week ago. I wasn’t overly happy, especially since she’s been gone on vacation the majority of the last month and a half. But I will at least get to take Thursday and Friday off and it is rather peaceful without her here at times. She’s a nice lady and we usually get along pretty well, but she’s a bit territorial and wasn’t crazy about me or my age when our boss hired me. Over the years we’ve learned to adapt to each other but we still clash and get on each others nerves once in a while. But I suppose that’s to be expected in most work environments.

Pool league went relatively well last night. We lost 2-3 but I still think we all played rather well considering the table we played on was cursed or something. I do believe I am going to try to make some roster changes though. A couple that plays on my team really isn’t going to be available to play hardly at all this session because he was injured pretty badly in a car accident here just a few weeks ago. He said he wanted to keep their names on the roster but when they’re not going to be available to play and I really need people that can show up it just doesn’t work out the greatest. I’m still trying to achieve a team with people that actually want to play and have fun and be part of a team. It’s slowly getting there but still needs a bit of work. It will all come together eventually and smooth out. The first couple of weeks in the session are always a bit hectic.

Today I started going through my children’s stories I have written and started to edit them again. Trying to find ways to simplify them and get rid of the extra junk in them that doesn’t need to be in the story line. I’ve printed off a few and will try them out at home on Little Guy to see what he thinks of them. There’s no better critic than a child.

Well, my day ended before I could finish this post yesterday. So far I have had absolutely no ambition at work this week. I hate those days where I really have to push myself to get my work done. I know that if I don’t my desk will soon look like a war zone and I won’t be able to find anything on it….and inevitably that is when people want me to look for things.

I am very ready for my long weekend this weekend. Not sure what I’m going to do with it, but I am going to relax at some point. Have a boring old weekend. I will hopefully spend some time updating my blog roll and some other maintenance on here. I have some new blogs to add and some changes to make I just have to find the ambition to do it!!

Well I’m off to force myself to work, have a good day and I hope everyone is more productive than I!

Reality Check

2009-06-18T14:13:00.000-05:00

Hello kidlets!! It’s another hot and muggy day here in the land of Nebraska and I am ready for a vacation…from reality!!

I have decided that somewhere along this road of life I allowed myself to become seen as a level headed responsible person. Not sure when or how I allowed myself to be set in this status but it has happened and I want a break from it!! But I doubt I will ever let that happen as I am set in my ways and I’m a worrier.

Last week I took a couple of days off since my Grandma Nut and my Mom were headed our way for a visit. Now it wasn’t to be just a regular visit it was a visit with a purpose. We still own our home in the little town just a few miles south of the town we live in now and since we moved last fall we haven’t had much opportunity to get down there and fix it up the way we have wanted to. So my Grandma Nut and my Mother came up with the idea that they would come to get it set up and fixed up and use it as a guest house for themselves until the market picks up and we can sell it.

Well the first to arrive last Thursday was my 78 year old Grandma Nut. I love this woman dearly and have no idea how I will cope with the day when she is no longer around. But Grandma does not travel well. She likes being at home and she pretty much just stays there and everyone else visits her. She’s a very independent lady to begin with and after my Grandpa died 17 years ago she became even more independent. But the cruel being of time and age has started to catch up to her and she can’t do a lot of things she used to. This fact makes her even crankier when she realizes it.

Her goal was to get the main cleaning in the house done before Mom was to arrive on Sunday. “No problem” was my response to this idea. Little did I know that I would not be cleaning with my wonderful, fun, charming Grandma Nut. Instead I was cleaning with a cranky, judgmental, mean little Gnome. It looked like my Grandma, but it was not her!! For the first time since I was 15 my Grandma and I argued and didn’t get along so well. I did my best to bite my tongue and remember that she was just out of her element, but there were a few times I had to speak up. Thankfully those times I did speak up actually helped jerk her back into reality a bit and she behaved better. Through our annoyances of one another and bickering and swearing under our breath we got the cleaning done by Sunday afternoon.

Mom was on her way from New Mexico with her small U-haul truck that contained the bedroom set they were going to put down at the house. Since she wouldn’t be getting in until late at night she decided to get her and Grandma a hotel room for Sunday. I was so relieved and so was my Grandmother. She had been staying at our house with us since Thursday and I think all parties involved were ready for her to stay somewhere else. And we were running out of room. My oldest step son TJ had come on Saturday to spend a couple of weeks with us.

So after cleaning I dropped Grandma off at the hotel and headed off for pool league. The new session started on Sunday and I was ready to be out and having fun. Needless to say a friend drove me home that night. I fell in love with Long Island Iced Teas all over again that night and enjoyed a few shots. I don’t remember a lot about actually playing that night as I was a social butterfly talking with everyone and just being a very happy drunk.

Monday morning brought on a nasty headache which was to be expected. I got the kids around and out to daycare then went back home and went back to bed. I napped for about two hours before I heard from Mom and Grandma. That was just enough time to feel more rested and get rid of my headache. We agreed we would all meet down at the other house so we could unload the U-haul and get some other stuff done. Once TJ got up I took him hostage, fed him breakfast and then put him to work at the other house. It was a bit humorous when he went outside and ran into some of the snakes that have taken up residency in the back yard. We got everything loaded and unloaded and were beat by the end of the day.

Since then the rest of the week has been fairly normal. Mom is still here until this coming Monday and Grandma went home yesterday. She is taking a well deserved rest. As soon as she got home she regained control of her mind and became the loving awesome Grandma Nut we all know.

I am still looking forward to having a normal old boring weekend soon. But until then I will keep on keeping on. :P

Thunder...THUNDER....

2009-06-10T15:51:00.000-05:00

I finally feel as if I’m back among the living this week! My pool team and I made our final trip out of town on Saturday to finish up at regionals. We played our first match, lost and got to make it back home by 2 in the afternoon. In all aspects if we would have had a full 5 people with us we probably could have beat the team we played and moved on, but luck and mediocre skill can only get you so far. So I was pleased we got to make it home early on Saturday. I got to play with the kids and finally rest up.

The only downturn to the weekend was it was my Hubby was on call for his job and wound up falling and hurting his shoulder and left side on Sunday. But he went to the doctor’s office on Monday and they think he just pulled a lot of muscles and just did soft tissue damage to the areas. So he will be sore and on light duty for a while but should be fine in the long run.

Currently we are cleaning in preparation of my Grandmother coming to town tomorrow and my Mom will be here on Sunday. They are helping me get the rest of our other house cleaned and ready for them to stay in when they start visiting more. It will be used as a guest house of sorts for a while. While I enjoy seeing my family I always hate the cleaning in preparation of them coming. While our house is not a pig sty or anything of that nature it does have normal clutter and things that could probably be done.

On a completely different note…what cartoons were your favorites as kids? I was reading Avitables post and he mentioned Thundarr and that lead to me thinking of all those cartoons I loved so much as a kid. I think my favorites would have to be Heman, Shera, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and my all time favorite Thundercats. I had a lot of the figurines and I even had the Thunder Tank, I had a chance to get the Cats Lair too but my mom wouldn’t buy it for me….I wonder if I could find one on eBay? Hmmm….well with cartoons running amuck in your heads now I leave you to shop.

Thundercats HO!!!

Very, Very Tired

2009-06-04T11:31:00.000-05:00

Sorry I haven’t updated recently. I’ve been busier than I normally am and it’s kicking my butt. My pool team made it to Regionals and my some sheer stroke of luck we made it through to this next weekend. The traveling and all that stuff has made me incredibly tired. It’s not really that far away but last weekend I hauled the majority of the team in my car and on the way home Sunday we had a flat tire which resulted in me having a big chunk of my finger taken out. This weekend I think we’re pretty much all just driving on our own. That and we will be one person short this weekend for play so that shall make for interesting matches on Saturday.

Then this Friday night I have the Relay for Life fundraiser to walk in for an hour. THEN, next weekend my grandmother and my mother will be here which means I have to clean two houses. They are coming to finish getting the house I own down south ready for them to stay in when they visit. It’s all very tiring. And to top it off my hand/finger hurts, my stomach has been hurting in the general appendix area the last couple of weeks, and my blood sugar has been going a little wonky on me lately. I’m falling apart!!

I need an emergency holiday!! :D

2009-05-26T16:27:00.000-05:00

Well Memorial Day has come and gone yet once again and for the record I still hate it…work wise at least. I think it’s an important holiday and important to remember but it does nothing for me work wise. Our office goes above and beyond extremes to get ready for Memorial Day. My boss and co-worker walk every single cemetery in the county to make sure every veteran buried in the county has a bronze flag holder representing what war time era they were in or that they are in fact a veteran. This part I think is a good idea. It makes it known that we believe those veterans should be remembered. But the part that just burns my toast is the Memorial Day services where my boss reads the names of all the veterans that have passed away in the county since the previous Memorial Day. Now the reading of the names is nice too and I think should be done. But the absolute ridiculous bitching that people do when someone they know doesn’t have their name read is absurd and pisses me off….because when boss man gets back guess who he and my co worker blame….me!! Most of the time the names that don’t get read are veterans who lived states away and no one ever informed our office that they were buried here etc. Get a grip on reality people!! I am not, much to my disappointment, the all knowing woman!! The only ways our office gets info on veterans that have passed away is by me cross checking obits with our database every friggin day, mortuaries notifying us or family telling us. If the veteran is not in our database and isn’t listed as a veteran in the obit the name will not be read, if a mortuary doesn’t call us it will not be read, if family does not tell us it will not be read. It also doesn’t help that my co worker takes at least two weeks of vacation time the week before and the week of Memorial Day. So we are left with just our boss and myself to man the office and get everything ready. This year as it happens the 3 names (yes count them 3 out of a couple hundred) that weren’t read were because of a computer glitch that I did not catch.

Now the people who politely remind us we forgot someone don’t bother me. But unfortunately those people are few and in between. And the close next of kin (widows, parents, siblings, children) that get a little growly about it don’t really bother me. But when you have someone who was a brief acquaintance get in our faces about it, it ticks me off. And this is usually the case every year. Our veterans deserved to be honored but it’s also possible, extremely possible in my instance, for me to make a mistake (or my other colleges) and not get someone on the list.

We have a database that is a DOS program…which should just be extinct by now and I work with two people that aren’t overly organized on how things should be done. In my 7 years I have tried very hard to streamline the process and getting it down to 3 missed names due to a computer error is pretty damned good. Especially considering the year I was gone for maternity leave there were at least 10 or more names that were forgotten.

I am so glad that I have another year before Memorial Day comes around again.

But with my little bitch fest done I do want to say to all of our fallen…you are remember!

Call Me Squeaky

2009-05-13T11:46:00.000-05:00

Hmmmm….time for an update I believe.

I feel like writing today…mainly because I have had one nasty cold that Lily gave to me for Mother’s Day and I have now lost my voice.

Specs and Smalls are a definite item now and have been for a few weeks. They basically make each other deliriously happy and psychotic all at once. They both act like teenagers who have never had a boy/girlfriend before. It’s cute but I am also starting to sound like a fortune cookie every time I talk to them. They both have issues as I have stated before and those issues as expected have caused little speed bumps down the road of love. Smalls issues are fairly typical for a 36 year old guy who is getting out of a 15 year marriage and has two kids. Specs is more paranoia and past hurt. They had to sit down with one another last night and have the talk about…yep you guessed it…sex. Smalls has only slept with one woman in the past 15 years and Specs hasn’t had sex in 3. So we are definitely not dealing with a lack of hormones or wanting we are dealing with the emotional side of it all. That is the tricky side. Specs is mainly the one with the issues. She’s worried that if they have sex that’s all he’ll want to keep her around for etc. The list grows the more she lets herself think about it. Smalls of course didn’t realize any of this he was just thinking that she didn’t want to get pregnant again.

They attempted to have this conversation on Sunday night after they’d both been imbibing in the spirits. Evidently the conversation didn’t have the same point for both of them and it became a bit of an awkward night. So I stressed to Specs that they needed to sit down and have this conversation without being under the influence of alcohol. Thankfully the talk last night went a lot better and Specs seems to be feeling better about things. Smalls feels good about things but it bothered him that she might have thought he was shallow enough to have just wanted her for sex. But he’ll get over it. I have given him my many words of wisdom and comfort and hopefully this topic has come to a close…at least until they actually do have sex.

Other than those two the rest of my life is pretty quiet. Pool league is actually going well. The session is over and we finished in last place but it’s playoffs now and my team drew the wild card for the play offs. We had our first match against the first place team on Sunday night and we shut them down!!! It was awesome! Whichever team won 3 matches first got to move on in the play offs and we beat them 3-0. Now this coming Sunday we play the 2nd place team and if we beat them that means we get to go to regionals. Now this is where I honestly don’t know if I want to win this weekend or not. Regionals are held in another town about 3 hours away and I doubt we would last very long at regionals. I have enough issues trying to get my players to the pool hall on Sundays in the town where we all live much less trying to get them to another town in time for check in. I guess I won’t stress about it and just see how it plays out this weekend. It will be a lot of fun though.

Well, it’s almost lunch time and I need to get some things done around work before I go. So I will update again soon. Toodles!!

J-E-L-L-O!

2009-04-22T10:10:00.002-05:00

Well I have fallen in love….with Jell-O shots!! This previous Saturday was the Hubby’s birthday and I invited a few friends over and we had burgers and stuff and I tried my hand at making Jell-O shots. Now even though I’ve had a lot of different drinks I had never tried Jell-O shots until Saturday. They are awesome!! I made two different kinds, tropical fusion Jell-O with coconut rum and lime jello with tequila. Now the tequila ones turned out a bit strong. I had accidentally grabbed the large box of lime Jell-O and did not want to make that many Jell-O shots. At least not for 6 people. We all would have been on the floor by the time the night was over. So in total I made 18 shots and everyone really liked them. Between the shots and the company we all had a really good time. The kids even got to have non alcoholic Jell-O shots. Lily had green Jell-O all over by the time she was all done and all the flirting and playing with our company made her very sleepy and she went to bed without a fuss. That in itself made for a great night since she is definitely entering into the toddler phase. She has mastered the art of throwing a fit and being a bit stubborn.

Two of the people I invited over were Specs and Smalls and they got along really well. It was the first time they had really been able to be around each other for any length of time since they’ve met and decided they kind of like each other. Smalls was the life of the party though. The man knows how to tell a story and he had plenty of funny ones which Specs really enjoyed.

She’s at that point though where she’s almost trying to talk herself out of liking Smalls though. She keeps saying she’s ready for her happy ending…a husband and a family and doesn’t think he’s looking for that since he’s just getting out of his marriage etc. But I have told her that those happy endings usually come out of places you don’t expect them and she can’t expect it to ever happen unless she gives people a chance. So far I’ve done pretty well at convincing her he’s worth a shot. She can get to know him better and then make the call whether he is worth it or not.

In other odd happenings there’s an old friend, Amanda from high school that wants to get together this weekend with Tit’s and I. We reconnected over MySpace here a few months ago and it’s been pretty nice but definitely weird. She, Tit’s and I were very close back in high school until boys got involved. And basically with the different factors of hormones, girls being genetically programmed to turn into major bitches and other issues we wound up having a huge falling out and split up. Eventually she and Tit’s quit hanging out too. While I admit I had some faults of my own in all of it I think and so did many others that she just overreacted. But over the years as I look back on things I’ve felt bad for never really apologizing to her for some of my actions that did hurt her. So when I found her on MySpace I apologized and she was amazingly cool about everything and we’ve been emailing back and forth. I was glad to know that our issues back then didn’t quite have the lasting effects on her like they did me. But part of me still remembers what a heartless bitch she could be back then and I have this odd fear that it’s all some colossal joke on me or something. I guess we will find out when we all get together. I’ll let you know how it goes.

"Like sands through the hour glass...these are the days of our lives"

2009-04-09T16:32:00.001-05:00

In the ongoing early love story of Specs and Smalls…I got a phone call about 10:30pm last night from Smalls. I had sent him and email earlier in the week telling him that Specs liked him and enjoyed talking to him the other night at pool league. Smalls sounded like a little kid with his first crush. He is what I call twitterpatted. It was quite funny and actually pretty cute. He was happy that she liked him too and wanted me to ask her if it was okay for him to have her phone number. He also mentioned that he didn’t know how all of this worked anymore and felt like he was back in school. I was by this time rolling on the floor giggling at him. It’s not everyday I get to see a guy like Smalls get this flustered, especially over a girl. But finally after repeating himself many many times I assured him I would talk to her and find out. So of course this morning I get a hold of Specs and she’s just as twitterpatted as he is and she was fine with him having her number as long as he wasn’t a marathon phone talker. So shortly thereafter I texted both of them the respective phone numbers. As I said previously I have no idea if this is a relationship that would ever work but that is for them to decide and I will be a spectator. I think we are all trying to shoot for maybe going out on Saturday and I’m hoping to find a sitter so Hubby can go too. It shall be interesting and of course you guys get to hear about it all whether you like it or not.

Currently I am cursing the weather. It was rainy all day today but it wasn’t a really cold rain until just a bit ago. Now it’s turned into little ice balls. I am so ready for Mother Nature to quite screwing with us and bring Spring. I mean we are Nebraska we get screwy weather all the time without her highness messing with it any more!! ANNNNDDDD……of course my coat would be out in my car. Such a good place for it!! But I shall be back tomorrow with hopefully better weather updates and possibly more in this budding relationship. :D

You're Killin Me Smalls

2009-04-08T13:30:00.001-05:00

It’s annoying when I can’t decide what to write about specifically. I have many different ones flitting around in my head but I don’t’ want to write all of those different posts all in one day and I can’t seem to find a logical way of tying them together. But I’ll give it a shot.

Nothing overly exciting has really been going on since I last posted, but there have been a few slightly interesting things lately. As you all know I play on a pool league and enjoy it quite well and have a lot of friends there. One of my friends happens to be my step dad’s best friend and for fun I shall refer to him here on out at Smalls. Mainly because he is a bit on the short side and also because he’s always saying the phrase “You’re killin me smalls”. He is an awesome guy and friend. He and his wife separated here about 5 months ago after 15 years of marriage. But it has been a really amicable split. It just turned out as one of those things where the years have made them different people and changed their relationship. They are still good friends but no longer do well being married to each other. Which I think if a relationship has to end this is one of the best circumstances for it to end on. Since they have separated she has gone her own way and seeing people but Smalls hasn’t really seemed all that interested. He is 36 and has an awesome personality which unfortunately means that he is attracting a lot of undesirables that are barely legal. But other than acting like a mentor and acquaintance he is not interested. Which I’m glad of. But here a few weeks ago I took my friend Specs with me to league and Smalls seemed to keep coming over and talking to me an awful lot. We always hang out a bit on league night but never that much while everyone is still playing their matches. Well that night after Specs left Smalls let me know he was interested in her. It floored me! I never would have imagined Specs as his type or really in his age bracket since they are 11 years apart but at the same time I also thought it was awesome. He thought she was cute and seemed like a cool person. I gave him a quick rundown about her and explained some of her quirks and he was still very interested.

And naturally I was chomping at the bit to tell Specs. She was flattered that he liked her but was a bit skeptical. I love Specs but her quirks can get a bit annoying at times and I got a bit frustrated over the last couple of weeks that she really didn’t want to get to know him. Then finally this past Sunday she came out to league again and got to be around him some more and got to know him a little better….and…she liked him too!! We are all trying to arrange a night to go out again and hang out. I’m very excited. I have no idea if it would actually work as a relationship but that’s for them to figure out. Smalls is probably the most decent guy I’ve ever known her to be interested in. Either way I think they will at least have a friendship come out of it all. It will be interesting to watch and see.

2009-03-26T16:26:00.000-05:00

I felt totally Zen this morning! The Hubby is home with Lily today since she has a cough that’s a bit contagious so all I had to do was make sure Little Guy and I were ready this morning and we got to take my Mustang. Now don’t get me wrong I absolutely love my beefy mommy mobile..aka big red Dodge Durango. But I also absolutely love my Mustang. 2005 Ford Mustang I bought absolutely brand new the week of our wedding. It’s white with red leather interior and the most kick ass stereo system I’ve ever had. I’m perfectly content thumping my way down the street. Little Guy was thrilled he got to be dropped of at school in the cool car and after his little tush left the seat I cranked my stereo. I cruised on into work blasting Bad Company and loving every minute of it.

This is also how I feel on Sunday evenings. Sunday is the day I have pool league and I am captain of our team. So I get all groomed up grab my cue and slid on into the Stang and feel like I’m instantly transformed from mother and wife to a bit of the cool girl I used to be. I love being a wife and mother and wouldn’t give it up for the world, but every once in a while it’s totally amazing to just get carefree and become that person I used to be. The cute, young care free girl that everyone loves and has fun with. Now I may not be as cute and young as I used to be but that can all be made up with the amount of alcohol people consume at pool league.

I became involved in pool league because of my Step Dad and my Mom. My Step Dad is crazy good at pool and my mama ain’t too bad either. :P And now that they don’t live here anymore I have to carry on the legacy. Most of the people in league are around my age and I have made so many awesome friends there. Granted I’ve made them all through my parents but I’ll take what I can in friendship. I walk through the door of the pool hall grab my beer and instantly have people I can go talk to and schmooze with. It’s such a wonderful feeling. And we shoot some games of pool have celebratory shots and drinks, then we all seem to get tired and go home. LOL Sundays are my days to just let go and have fun. Granted Mondays can suck at times depending on how much I drank on Sunday, but I think this is me making up for not going through that drunken college phase. And I don’t always drink either.

I’m very grateful to the Hubby for these days too. He stays home with the kids while I go out to play. It’s awesome that he does that for me. And one of our friends has agreed to start watching the kids for us once a month so we can have a date night, which will be very nice and we can relearn how to socialize outside of the house.

2009-03-02T10:47:00.001-06:00

Clicking through headlines today on MSN News I was rather pleased to see there weren’t any really horrible news headlines. I like it that way. Of course for some the news of the falling stock markets may be bad, but for me it isn’t. In some ways I think this recession may wind up being a good thing for this country. It will definitely make quite a few people take check of their lives and learn to actually prioritize. People can finally figure out for themselves exactly what they think is important to them. Granted my financial obligations could take some looking at too. I’ve definitely tried to cut back in certain areas and be a bit more mindful of spending but I think anyone on a budget needs to be mindful of their spending. And I believe our country will come out of this slump, it may not happen over night but it will happen. And I’m hoping that when we do come out of it we will come out of it with a bit fewer greedy people, businesses and corporations. Everybody wants something for nothing and that’s part of how we got into the mess we’re in now. But this too shall pass.

In other areas of my mind…every morning I take the same way to work and every morning to get there I turn at the same car dealership. The dealership where we bought our explorer at almost four years ago. The same dealership where the guy that sold us the car would wave or say hi anytime he saw me and remembered my name. Two weeks ago at 39 years old he died of a massive heart attack. His name was Tracy, his children go to Little Guys school, he was dating one of our veterans’ daughters and he was friends with a number of the people that worked here at the courthouse. Even though I hadn’t really held much of a conversation except for the passing “hey how are ya?” since 4 years ago his death really hit me. I was used to seeing him at some point almost everyday. Our parking lot is right behind the dealership and he and I would leave for lunch around the same time and always wave. When dropping Little Guy off at school every morning I would see his car parked in front of his house right across from the school. Reading his obituary I learned that he had 4 children, two girls, and two boys. The two boys he had custody of and had been raising on his own for a number of years. Now their lives are forever changed. I learned that he more or less died in his girlfriends arms; she did CPR until the ambulance drove the 2 minutes to get there, but sadly none of it was enough. And his family didn’t even have the decency to name her anywhere in his obituary. Even though he wasn’t a close friend or a big part of my life his death has really struck a chord with me. I think it’s because it drove the fact home of how quickly life can change. His death has done a wonderful job of bringing some of my underlying fears front and center. I’m trying not to dwell on any of them and instead focus on keeping myself healthy and enjoying everyday with my family and taking each day as it comes. I try to relax more and remember the world will not come to an end if we don’t get the laundry done or if we’re a few minutes late.

“There is a saying: yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present."-Oogway, Kung Fu Panda

2009-02-19T15:36:00.000-06:00

I am so good at updating in a timely manner. This week has just gotten away from me…sorry. I had a good weekend last weekend. I got a snow day from work last Friday which was wonderful; we don’t get those very often. We get plenty of snow, but most of the time our board members seem to believe that even with a foot of snow outside people will be breaking in the door to come to the courthouse. Saturday my parents finished their way here for a visit. The kids enjoyed seeing them and so did I. Of course we cleaned like mad all last week like most of us do when company is coming over. My parents really liked how we’ve decorated the house and we got an overall good report. Since Saturday was Valentine’s Day we dropped Little Guy off up at the high school for their activities night and had one of my friends come over and watch Lily. It only took us going to 3 different restaurants to find one that would let us in if we didn’t have a reservation. Now I understand it was Valentine’s Day but the places we’d been to before that one are not popular enough to need reservations. But we had a nice dinner and I had an awesome coconut margarita. Basically a pina coloda only made with tequila. After dinner we went to the bowling alley where we met up with my parents and some other friends to play some pool and grab had a couple more drinks. It was a wonderful evening but had to end way too soon. We had to have Little Guy picked up by 9:30, but it all turned out okay since Lily hadn’t gone down for bed yet. So we got the kids in bed and then….went to bed ourselves. Yes people, we are aging beyond our years. We went to bed on Valentine’s Day at 10:30. But it was a very nice night.

Sunday we hung out with my parents some more, then it was time for me to go to pool league. We played a team that is made up of friends of mine so a good time was had and I ultimately wound up getting drunk and making a spectacle of myself…but I was entertaining for the people around me and I didn’t have to work on Monday, so I took the day to recuperate and the end result of me imbibing too much on Sunday is I now have a cold. The Hubby and Little Guy have strep throat and Lily had to get her 18 months shots on Tuesday. I’m ready for warmer weather and for all the icky germs to go away. But until my head isn’t quite so foggy that’s it for this post. Tootles and kisses to all from Princess Lily!!

MWAH!!

2009-02-10T16:18:00.002-06:00

Hey kidlets!! I’m sitting here at work with 1 hour to go before I can go home. Nothing overly exciting has gone on the last few days. The Hubby’s best friend came down to stay with us over the weekend so he had someone to bum around with. Went out with a couple of friends on Saturday night and got a bit tipsy, and amazingly I didn’t have one bit of a hangover on Sunday. That was awesomeness!! Had pool on Sunday, we lost all five matches, it was kind of a bummer but we also played a team that had higher skilled players than we do. We’ll do better next weekend. I haven’t played the last couple of weeks, so I will play next weekend. We’ll see if I can keep myself undefeated. I doubt it, but it’s been nice while it’s lasted. I’m determined to have fun this next weekend though. Sometimes everyone gets so caught up in winning and not feeling embarrassed that it brings the whole night down. I’m doing this because I enjoy it and want to have fun. It’s just a game and unfortunately there’s always a loser but it’s nice to be out and see friends and meet new people. But I will say it would be nice to win at least one match this next weekend. :P

The hubby and I might actually get to go out for a bit on Valentine’s Day. The local high school has activities for school age kids and a friend of mine will watch Lily, so we should at least have enough time to go grab supper or a movie or something. I’m determined to find a regular babysitter though. And one that might be able to work around our schedule a bit more. The people that do babysit now are wonderful, but we usually have to work around their schedule and usually only get to go out for like half a date instead of a full one. So my new goal is find awesome babysitter and have a proper night out with my Hubby.

So…..I have nothing else to write about at the moment. I suppose I will leave you with a cute picture of Lily in my shower cap. The picture has kindof a funny color to it. The Hubby took it with his phone. Enjoy!!

2009-02-05T14:09:00.000-06:00

Well it’s been a fairly quiet week. Tonight we have Little Guys parent teacher conference. I don’t mind them so bad this year. He’s getting straight A’s and I haven’t talked to anyone from the school regarding bad behavior for almost 2 months now. And for the past week he has been awesome at home. No constant struggling with him to do things, no back talking etc. It’s been wonderful. He did have one minor slip up on Sunday when he tried to assassinate the cats by spraying a whole bottle of air freshener into their food and water dishes. But the strong scent that was wafting upstairs led me to investigate what was going on and I caught everything in time and dumped it all out. It made us mad that he did it because he knew better, but he got a good talking to and sent to his room etc. then we all got over it. So far that is the last thing he’s really done…at least that we know of. And the child is horrible about being sneaky so I’m sure if he’d been up to anything else we’d know.

Yesterday I dubbed as the “Here’s Your Sign Day”. Even if you’ve never seen Bill Engvalls “Here’s Your Sign” act I’m sure you can all relate to days like this. It was just a day of stupid questions from people. My husband works for a cable company and went to his first appointment. Mind you he pulls up in a very brightly and ungodly colored truck with the company’s name written all over it, he is clad head to toe in clothes that have the name written on it and the woman still asks “ You from the cable company?”

Then when I went to get Little Guy from daycare there was for lack of a better term a dumb blonde there (sorry to anyone who is blonde). When you pick up your child you have to log them out on the computer. It’s a little daycare time clock program. Well you actually have to type in your code use the mouse to move the little arrow around and click the corresponding spots to finish the process. This girl had figured out the keyboard part but then tried not once but 5 times to use the monitor as a touch screen. Now mind you this is not a new monitor it doesn’t have the nice flat screen and is at least 7 years old. So finally another lady there whom I work with didn’t so much take pity on her but got tired of waiting on her and helped her out. I couldn’t because I was giggling too hard and enjoying it a bit too much. Then the girl did not help herself by saying “Oh thanks! I didn’t see the mouse.” The computer is white and the mouse is black sitting in plain view next to the monitor!!! I found it amusing, but also disturbing that someone was trusting this individual with the wellbeing of their small child. I’m guessing she was a big sister or something. She looked to be about 18 or so. Then as I was leaving she was standing in a doorway obtaining whatever poor child had to be subjected to her and my coworker was leaving the same room and had to tell the girl she was letting go of the door and didn’t want it to hit her. I was thinking a knock on the head might have done her some good.

So far today I have not had any of these amusements. I could use some, might make the day a bit more bearable.

2009-01-30T09:57:00.001-06:00

Well my day went better after lunch yesterday. I went home grabbed a bite to eat and worked out on the Wii Fit. So far I really like it. We just got it on Monday so I’m still learning everything on it, but I think it will be a good thing. I’ve also been doing really well with drinking more water and eating better. But anyway, my little work out session at lunch helped me feel a lot better and made the rest of my day smoother.

So far nothing traumatizing or exciting has happened and that’s okay. I am drinking one of the best smoothies I’ve ever had at the moment. We have a place called Scooter’s Coffee and so far they blow any other coffee place I’ve been to out of the water. They have awesome coffee and latte’s and stuff and the strawberry smoothie I ordered this morning is to die for. And considering the fact that I don’t like smoothies this is an amazing review for this place.

I also got to put Lily in her new little Valentine’s Day outfit this morning. It’s a cute t-shirt that says “Daddy’s Sweetheart” and a cute pair of soft comfy pink pants with a little heart on the leg. She was extremely cute when she woke up this morning. She sat up in her crib and pulled her blanky around her. She was very much into being wrapped up for a few minutes this morning. But I didn’t mind, that meant cuddle time. She’s hasn’t been feeling very good since last week, mainly due to teeth I think, so she’s been very cuddly but also incredible cranky too. But her teeth that she’s getting in are finally starting to break through and the last couple of days she’s done a little bit better. She’s finally been eating more.

I have her and Little Guy hooked on watching Bizzare Foods with Andrew Zimmern on the Travel Channel. I absolutely love this show and it’s very educational. You get to see what types of foods other cultures eat and find completely normal. Even though he eats some wild and crazy things on this show most of it looks like things I would like to try. And I’ve seen so many places I want to visit. Last night’s episode he was in Iceland. That is one country that does have some rather…interesting foods. I think I would have to pass on the fermented Shark meat. I prefer my seafood fresh thank you very much.

But if you will excuse me, my smoothie and I have to get to work. Hope everyone has a great weekend!!!!

2009-01-29T10:07:00.001-06:00

I think it’s time for Spring to come early. At least with Spring there’s a promise of new life and all that crap. This week started out okay except for the fact that I have Strep Throat. But I’ve been taking my meds and feel pretty normal and have seemed to have been able to prevent myself from passing it on to everyone. But today is just kind of a down day.

I had stupid dreams all night. Mainly something to do with Hubby having an affair or something. I’m blaming my meds for the weird dreams. I hate those dreams though. Even thought there’s no way that would happen they still give me a sense of panic when I wake up. Then so far in the two hours I’ve been at work I’ve learned that two of our veterans are dying from cancer. One is an old WWII veteran that we’ve all grown pretty fond of and the other is a Vietnam veteran who is a regular in the office. Our Vietnam vet has been given 1 week. The WWII veteran just found out about his cancer so he has some time, a few months maybe. It’s been a rather sad and depressing morning. Really makes me feel like skipping out of work getting the kids and the Hubby and having a fun family day with each other. Just one of those days that makes you realize how much time we waste away from the people we love. I really have to stop being weepy about all of this though, my contacts are starting to permanently glue themselves to my eyeballs and take on a fuzzy texture.

I’m hoping tomorrow will be a bit more on the lighthearted side and make for a better post.

Thought for the Day

2009-01-16T10:21:00.002-06:00

Okay I have a new challenge for you all. Washington State called me yesterday and told me about the “thought of the day” one of the local radio stations had there. If you could have a threesome with a cartoon and a dead celebrity who would you pick?

My friend picked Betty Boop and Anna Nichole Smith. Not overly original but it’s his threesome. :P

Now of course since he called me with this thought last night I’ve been going through cartoons and dead celebrities in my mind. And finally after going through things I’ve decided on Tarzan for the cartoon and Paul Newman for the dead celebrity. But Paul Newman when he was young and still good looking and one of America’s heartthrobs.

Tarzan just explains himself; I don’t think I need to elaborate on that one. As for Paul Newman he has a certain appeal. He was one of America’s heartthrobs and aged very well. He was a very distinguished older gentleman. And he had an awesome taste for cars.

I’m sure if I thought about it I could think of some better ones. But I think I’ve devoted way too much time to this silly thought anyway. :P

I provided a couple of pictures of my two picks. Ladies, doesn’t this picture give you a better appreciation for Paul Newman.

And I thought I’d spare you all corruption of Disney’s Animated Tarzan so I found another

cartoon drawing.

Now I challenge all of you to answer this thought of the day. And I want to hear what your picks are. :)

Of Billiards and Fish

2009-01-14T11:11:00.001-06:00

Well not much has gone on in my neck of the woods lately. My birthday was good as stated below, only thing that sucked was that night Little Guy was in the mood for throwing fits and not listening and sometime after lunch the Hubby dropped two cable boxes equaling 45lbs on his foot and bruised it up really bad. So he’s been limping around since last week. For the most part that has been the most excitement I’ve had in the past week.

Sunday evening was pool league again. It was much more pleasant than the week before. We played a really nice team and won 3-2. I won my match but Coyote Mike didn’t win his. But he was a bit upside down on his. The guy he played was a higher skill level than what he was listed at. But still Mike did well. I’ve been pretty pleased with my playing this session so far. We’ve played two nights and I’ve won on both nights. It’s a nice change from constantly losing last session. It helps having the pool table at home. And I think my cats at home like it too. They actually get to see more of us. I don’t let them upstairs in the main part of the house, their domain is downstairs and I think they get a bit peeved now and then about not being allowed upstairs. They’ll probably be really pissed at me when I move the fish tank upstairs soon.

Last week one of my pink kissing fish died so I decided to order a newer bigger acrylic tank for my fishies. Right now I only have three my sucker fish Frank, my last kissing fish and a little fancy tetra. The sucker fish and kissing fish I’ve had since before I met my husband. They’re 8 years old, so needless to say it was a bit sad for me when the one died last week. It was probably due to old age or something, but it still sucked. But I thought I’d pamper the rest of them with this new tank. I have a 20 gallon tank now and I ordered a 30 gallon. It will give them more room and I’ll probably give them a couple of new friends gradually. I’ll probably get another kissing fish to keep my lone one company. I think he’s been kind of depressed since the other one died.

Well I suppose I’ve written enough about nothing…so until I have more nothing to write about….toodles!!

It's My Birthday!!! (Happy Birthday to Me!!)

2009-01-05T11:28:00.001-06:00

Well as of 10:30am I am another year older. I am officially 25. Oddly enough this is probably the first birthday I actually feel older. I think it’s just because I’ve attached this unnecessary stigma to turning 25. I’ve started realizing more and more how quickly time goes. But so far it’s been a good birthday…uneventful, but that keeps me out of trouble.

Saturday night Coyote Mike, Tits and I went to the movies and got some dinner and drinks afterwards. I subjected them to the new vampire flick Twilight. While for the most part it was a rather pathetic movie I did enjoy the story line and if you don’t mind extremely cheesy movies with ungreat acting then it’s not too bad. Vampire stories have always fascinated me for some reason. I’d be one of those idiots like the girl in the movie that would fall for a vampire. :P That’s probably why I kinda liked the movie, the guy that plays the vampire the girl falls for kind of grows on you a bit as the movie goes on. He’s the actor that played Cedric Digorey in the Harry Potter movie (the kid that gets killed in the graveyard by Wormtail and Voldemort).

It was nice hanging out with a couple of good friends for the evening. I actually got to see Tits without her ever present boyfriend. After Coyote Mike dropped me off at home I got to play pool with the Hubby. The pool table we had ordered from Sears had finally come in earlier that day and the Hubby had worked hard at getting it all set up. For a cheap table it’s actually pretty nice. Nice flat unwarped surface and it’s level too. It worked out quite nicely for a tight budget.

Last night pool league started up again. The last time I had heard it wasn’t supposed to have started until this next weekend. But at 3:00 in the afternoon I found out from a friend that it started that evening at 5:00. I panicked a bit, but got most of our teammates called. There were only four of us since the rest of our teammates don’t want to play this session. We knew that ahead of time and have a couple of people in mind to fill the slots, but thought we still had another week to get a hold of them. But even with having to forfeit once match we still won the night. I won my match (yay me!) rather easily. That was a nice birthday present for myself. I’m hoping this session will go good. We shall see. It will be really great if we can actually have people enjoy being there. There were so many that just didn’t seem to enjoy it last season and that just really puts a damper on things. I don’t always want to be there every weekend, but I signed up for it I know what to expect and it’s something I enjoy doing most of the time. It does kind of make me miss my parents though. It was always nice making it a family team thing. Plus my step dad is one of the best players on the league.

Anyway, I’d better get some work done before lunch. Hope everyone has a great week!!

2008-12-31T14:56:00.001-06:00

Happy New Year!!

It’s hard to believe 2008 has come and going so quickly. It doesn’t even seem like Christmas should be over yet.

Our Christmas went well. We all enjoyed each other’s company on Christmas Eve and Lily enjoyed tearing into her presents and everyone else’s. We spent Christmas Day with my grandmother and came home the next day.

So far everyone seemed pleased with their gifts. The Hubby and I have such a terrible time getting gifts for one another. It’s like our minds draw a blank and we have no f-ing clue what to get each other. But he got me some wonderful things, included an awesome set of chef’s knives, and he got a butt load of DVD’s. He was gonna get the game Rock Band but the stores around here had different plans.

We also got to see my Grandpa and his wife on Sunday (it’s my Dad’s adopted father. His biological family I hardly know). He said that Dad is doing well and I finally had someone tell me where in Colorado my Dad was working and living. Ever since my Dad called a few months back in screamed at me incoherently for something I haven’t talked to him. I’ve talked to my step mom a couple of times, but that kind of came to a stop when I didn’t want to rent our house in Minden to her brother and his wife. Considering the fact that she has never fully accepted me and the fact that she nor anyone else bothered to explain to these people that I was her step daughter I didn’t feel this would be the best business transaction for me to make. They also don’t have any jobs right now, so I don’t see where this would have been conducive for my bank account. I like my step mom and she seems to make my Dad happy, but she has never been overly fond of me and has done a few back handed things over the years and just doesn’t really help Dad’s and I’s already rocky relationship much.

But after getting my Dad’s mailing address I have finally written him a letter telling him how I feel and how I’ve felt over the past 10 years. My parents divorced when I was 15 and since the night it all came to a head the man that raised me has pretty much ceased to exist. My Dad was awesome and I was always very proud that he was my father, but when him and Mom split up he just…broke..and I nor anyone else could fix him and he wasn’t and still isn’t interested in being fixed. He became a bitter angry person who has alienated a lot of people that care about him.

Ever since he changed so much I have always felt very awkward around him. He seems like a stranger and it just bothers me that I have to relearn how to be comfortable around my own Dad. I cannot blame the man for being hurt his marriage was over, but I really thought at least part of the real him would survive and come back. I do see a glimpse of him every now and then, but for the most part the man I knew is gone. I don’t know if the letter I wrote him will help us form a new relationship or not but it’s at least worth a try. There are quite a few bridges that I have mended this year so maybe there’s room for another one.

On another note I turn 25 on Monday. So far not really doing anything for it. This probably sounds silly and maybe selfish but I’ve always secretly dreamed of having one birthday where my friends and family would communicate with one another to do something fun for my birthday, even if it’s just going out for dinner and drinks. It’s no big deal that hasn’t ever happened, but it’d be really cool if it ever did. Either way it goes this year I’m sure I’ll have a good birthday. Lily can help me blow out my candles. And I’m hoping the pool table we ordered will be in this weekend so hopefully we’ll have it set up and I can play pool in my own home on Monday.

It’s not the greatest pool table in the world. We got a cheap one from Sears, but I’m hoping it will arrive in decent enough shape to play a decent game on. Once we have the money I’d like to splurge and get a nice slate top table. But until then I hope this one works out.

Anyway, I really probably should do some form of work while I have some time left. So I hope you all have a safe and happy new year!!!

2008-12-16T10:18:00.001-06:00

Well it’s time to write something. Bullhorn emailed me a new idea for a risotto and mentioned I hadn’t posted in a while. I’ve started many posts, but just haven’t been able to get them finished and get them up.

Thanksgiving went well, we ate a lot throughout that week and the next and I gained back any weight I had lost. Now we’re getting ready for round two with Christmas next week. Where did this year go? It has gone by so fast it’s scary. But it’s been a pretty good year. But after this month it’s my birthday. I turn 25 on January 5th and I’m still having issues with it. I think it’s just because I’ve started realizing just how fast time goes by. But it will be a good time. Not sure what I’m doing for it yet, but something fun and simple.

We’ve been having issues with Little Guy again. He’d been doing rather well the past couple of months and his misbehaving had been minimal. But the past couple of weeks he’s kicked it up a notch. He’s had a definite attitude at home and every day with him has been a chore with the arguing and not listening and all the other things he does that gets him in trouble. Up until last week he’d still been doing marvelous at school though. Last Wednesday I had talked with his counselor and she was telling me how well he had been doing at school and was giving me ideas for us to try at home. Then the very next day I get a call from the principal because he was refusing to do his schoolwork, then I got a call again yesterday about the same thing and wound up having to go to the school because he refused to get on the phone to talk to me. He still didn’t do his work after I got there and would not listen or acknowledge anything anyone said to him. So he had to spend today at the principal’s office until he could get his work done. He had to write 1 sentence!! They had given him over 4 hours to get one sentence done and he wouldn’t do it. I’m sure there’s some reasoning behind this behavior but we haven’t quite figured it out yet. He sees his counselor tomorrow so hopefully she might be able to help figure it out. I hope we can get it figured out so he can start feeling better about things and if it helps us keep our sanity that’s a plus. We just have to roll with everything and remember that the world won’t end if things aren’t going well. I’m hoping the thought of Christmas and Santa will stay in his mind and help him behave a bit better. Granted that’s kind of like a bribe or blackmail to get him to behave but if it helps then it works for me. :P

In the meantime I’m still working on getting our Christmas tree up and finishing up my last minute shopping. I’ve done a lot of it online this year; the stores around here have been hell to go to unless it’s the middle of the night. But I think it will be a good Christmas.

Last Friday I hosted a little Tastefully Simple party and it was a success. My cousin has started selling Tastefully Simple stuff and asked if I’d host a show for her. Basically I just mixed up a bunch of their dip mixes, some of the beer bread and a cake and she brought some of their chips and sauces and things. Then all of your guests basically get to sample it all and order what they want. They have this pomegranate chipotle sauce that is to die for. It’s all a bit expensive, but they’re things that are fun to splurge on once in a while. We had a total of 7 people come for it and they all seemed to enjoy themselves. The Hubby’s good friend from South Dakota was down for the weekend for a visit and one of his friends from work and his girlfriend came and they all wound up staying until about 1am drinking and talking and playing Guitar Hero. It was a wonderful feeling having friends and fun together. We’ve decided we’ll have to do it more often.

I could write more, but I have work to get done now. I will try to be a bit better at post from here on out. 

2008-11-26T13:12:00.002-06:00

Well Happy Turkey Day to those of you in the States tomorrow!! Time has gone so fast this year it doesn’t’ seem like it should be Thanksgiving again already. Tonight we are headed to my Grandma Nutt’s house to have Thanksgiving with her tomorrow and then we will probably do our own dinner this weekend mainly because you can’t celebrate Thanksgiving without a turkey dinner at some point. My grandmother, for most reasons unknown, has made steaks the past few years. Now don’t get me wrong I love steak. But she cooks the life out of them. She likes to make them on her George Foreman Grill and they are dry as can be by the time they are done. I’m hoping to help out in the cooking field this year and curb some of the dryness. Everything else she makes is wonderful though. Mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie and my absolute favorite banana pudding. After we’re done with dinner and everything else we will head back home tomorrow. Hubby has to work on Friday, so that’s why we aren’t travelling too far from home. I’m going to try to make it to the store sometime today to buy a small turkey to make my own feast for us this weekend. I actually enjoy cooking the turkeys ever since I’ve mastered them. For the past 4 years my turkeys have turned out perfect. So good in fact I take pictures. :P And I plan on making some sweet potatoes with the little marshmallows on top and some other favorites.

I am excited to see what Lily things of Thanksgiving this year. Last year she was still tiny and gummed a few mashed potatoes and gravy. But this year there’s so many more things she’ll get to try. Little Guy is funny on holidays. He all of a sudden gets picky about his food. I think it’s because we don’t have a lot of those things year round. So he’s not always used to everything. But my Grandma is making up some broccoli so he should be happy.

It will be weird not to have my Mom and Step Dad there this year. They are planning on just staying home and not doing a whole lot. I sent my Step Mom and text wishing them a happy Thanksgiving but still haven’t heard from my Dad since his last tirade of a call a couple of months ago. He always gets a bit cranky around the holidays anyway, so I guess it’s probably okay we haven’t talked. But, still, I miss him. I’ve been working on a letter to him that says a lot of things I haven’t ever been able to say in person. God only knows when I’ll be done with it and whether or not I’ll actually give it to him. But I’m hoping my courage holds up and it will prove fruitful for our relationship. We shall see I guess. Part of me gets so frustrated because I would love for my kids to have the type of grandparents I have/had. All of my grandparents (minus my dad’s biological family) are and were amazing. The way grandparents should be. My Mom and Step Dad do a pretty good job. Although they are still both young enough they do more of the parenting thing than the grandparent thing, but I think they’ll get the hang of it as time goes on. And my Step Mom is okay with everything, but we don’t see her or Dad very often. And Dad is well Dad. I think if he could just deal with some of his issues from the past he’d be the type of Grandpa I hope he’ll be. I’m hoping that will all get better with time too. In the meanwhile I will enjoy every minute watching Lily get older and discover things.

Anywho, it’s my lunchtime now and I get to have lunch with my Hubby!! Toodles!!

2008-11-21T11:16:00.002-06:00

Well I am feeling better today. The Hubby got home quite a bit earlier last night and Little Guy was in a much more non argumentative and helpful mood. That’s the little boy you can’t help but love. I wasn’t overly productive last night, but it was nice to have a little less stressful evening.

I love watching Lily play though. Little ones like that are entertained by such simple things and can be so funny. Last night while Little Guy was in his bath Lily got mad that the bathroom door was shut and she couldn’t get in. So she started butt bumping it trying to make it open. Well she bumped it with her butt hard enough one time, she bounced right off of it and zinged herself across the hallway. She came around the corner a little disheveled with a look of “What happened?” The Hubby and I were rolling with laughter and pretty soon she picked up that it was funny and started giggling. After that she wore herself out running around the living room being silly as ever.

I know I haven’t gotten any Halloween pictures up yet and it’s almost Thanksgiving. I’ve been lazy about getting them downloaded off of my camera. But here’s one of Lily that my co-workers took.

2008-11-20T11:51:00.000-06:00

I feel so drained. I started getting sick on Sunday evening and by Monday night I was miserable with an excruciating sore throat. I stayed home Tuesday so I could rest and go to the doctor to make sure it wasn’t strep. The doctor bit I did, the resting bit I didn’t do. I spent the day cleaning up the house and running some errands. I’ve been worrying lately that I haven’t been getting enough done around the house so I’m working harder at it hoping it will get better. On top of my cold and my worrying, the Hubby is on call this week, which he hasn’t been getting home on time anyway for at least a week and a half so at least he’s getting extra pay for working more now, but it just means there’s usually no hope of him getting home in time to do much other than eat dinner, watch whatever stupid show we have recorded and then come to bed sometime after I do and am already asleep. So in his absence at home at night it leaves me alone with the kids, which isn’t a horrible thing. Unless Little Guy is being a big jerk. I love that child dearly, but I am at my wits end this week with him. I’m already tired by the time my day is over at work because of this damned cold and am ready to slow my pace down a bit a have fun with the kids. Well this week he has evidently decided it’s his time to be evil devil child and argue with anything and everything I say and just be downright difficult. I try very, very hard to be on his level and think of how he feels about things etc. But when you’re already literally sick and tired it’s a very hard thing to do and then I lapse into a cranky witchy woman and a whole vicious circle starts. I get cranky with him, he cries, I get pissed off, he cries and argues some more, I try to find something to occupy my mind until we’ve both calmed down, and in the meantime start feeling guilty for getting upset with him and for Lily having to be around it, after I think we’ve both calmed down some I try to talk with him and make amends, that seems to work out okay, then out of nowhere some subject comes up and he’s back to arguing and throwing a fit and the whole shebang starts all over again. I want to pull my hair out!!! A 7 year old has made me cry on more than one occasion this week. When Hubby finally gets home I’m probably not one of the most fun people to be around which in turn kind of rubs off on him and feelings get hurt over simple things. I’ve been missing my Hubby lately. I’ve been missing actually doing something together other than bitching about both of our jobs and watching a TV show. I hate it when our family hits slumps like this. Normally when it happens Lily is really the only one I wind up enjoying being around because who wouldn’t be cheered up by her. But I am ready for this slump to be over. Ready for a simple date with my Hubby and for Little Guy to hit a good phase and for me to quit being a wicked witch!

2008-11-13T13:27:00.001-06:00

I love the feeling of the first raindrop when it falls. It always sends such a tasty little tingle throughout my body that soothes and relaxes me. Makes me long to stand there longer and feel more of its friends fall down on me. I love the rain, even the cold stuff, but my absolute favorite is a nice gentle rain. The type of rain that seems to immediately replenish everything it touches and leaves that magnificent smell all around.

Even though it’s fall here, it’s 61 degrees out cloudy with no wind and teeny tiny little raindrops that fall every once in a while. It’s wonderful. I’ve had my office window open all day letting the nice, cool air come in. This is one of those days where I’d love to be at my favorite park or somewhere in the woods just sitting by myself relishing the feeling of it all. I’ve always been one of those people that can truly enjoy being alone sometimes. I’ve always been an introverted type person ever since I was a kid. I’m an observer and learner more than a participator and teacher. I think I turned out this way for many reasons. I think a lot of it I inherited from my grandpa and also I’m an only child. Growing up I was actually one of those kids that behaved and usually sat quietly listening to the adults around me. I learned a lot by doing this and in return feel pretty comfortable in the presence of people older than I am. I also loved playing alone when I was a kid. My imagination took me to some of the coolest places. I believed (and for the most part still do) in unicorns, fairies, and other mystical creatures. I believed that my toys came to life when no one was around and always believed that animals are much smarter than we give them credit for and that we will never truly know what they are like. I believe the unbelievable. I believe anything can happen. And I feel even more so on days like today.

High School

2008-11-05T16:20:00.000-06:00

Well on through my list of questions you guys gave me to write about. Coffey had asked me what I was like in high school, so I will go with that.

In most ways I would consider myself a rather typical teenager for the most part during my high school career. Going into 9th grade I was coming off a rumor started by the “popular” girls that I was a lesbian (all due to a shirt I wore for gym class that said “When women dream they pursue, when men dream they drool”). I was never a “popular” girl and made it clear that I didn’t really care, so evidently I was their target at the end of 8th grade. Good times. But no one really cared too much about the rumor since we were all measly little freshman. Freshman year was pretty uneventful for the first half of the year. But the 2nd half on was a bit more interesting you might say.

Around springtime, I had my first real boyfriend. Now as with a lot of early relationships I wasn’t really going out with him because I liked him that much, it was because everyone else was dating and I wanted to also. Well poor choice on my part. The guy was psychotic, got way too attached to me and it was really not much fun. He was a bit off in the head and threatened to commit suicide etc…so his dad sent him to live with his mom in Littleton, Colorado. I was glad he was gone, especially after I found out that he used to be friends with the two kids that did the Columbine shootings (when he had lived with his mom before). It was extremely creepy for me to find that out, and made me incredibly relieved that he was gone. And around the time he left and I was starting to get back to normal towards the end of the school year my parents decided to get divorced. This was the point my world got turned way upside down.

I had always thought my parents had a very secure marriage but evidently it had been deteriorating for a while and I hadn’t really noticed it much. But long story short, mom and I moved out, Dad lost his mind and my now step dad moved in with us a while later around the time I started my sophomore year.

Now somewhere in all of the mess with my parents I made a few more poor dating decisions and went from a lesbian to a slut in rumors at school. In some of my poor decision making I lost a lot of my friends. Mainly due to a fight I and another friend were having. While yes I will admit I did things I shouldn’t have and made bad decisions, she also twisted the story a bit and was bitter about someone I had dated and in her story twisting got most of our mutual friends on her side. Even Tits for a short time was on her side. Which with the information she was given is understandable. Now the more I tried to defend myself at this point in time the more everyone seemed to hate me. So I quit trying and started to make a different group of friends. Most of them were my guy friends from Tae Kwon Do class that knew the real story, and then somehow I became pretty good friends with Tits’ little brother Chewie. Somewhere in his diluted fried brain he thought we were dating for a while. But found out otherwise when I began dating his best friend…which we later found out he intentionally introduced us because he thought we’d make a good couple. So Ripper my new boyfriend, Chewie, Cricket and Cody (he never got a nickname) became my new friends and I still saw Tits in there too, but not as much as before. And this new group of friends was like family to me. We’d all hang out at Rippers house and hang out etc. Granted they are the ones who started me smoking but we had a good time. And it stayed that way for most of my sophomore year. Towards Christmas time Tits and I started hanging out more again and we made another good friend Steven. He was 3 years older than we were but, we all became extremely good friends. Life carried along its merry way for a while longer after the first of the year. And for a while I was pretty happy and content with everything (even though my mom made me quit smoking pot. Not that turning into a drooling goon was a good trait of mine). But April came around and my mom and my soon to be step dad were planning their wedding and dropped the bombshell on me that we were going to move to Sterling, Colorado. I was not happy about this. This meant leaving my friends, the only rock I really had ha through everything. They found a nice house to rent and all that good stuff, but I was still pissed and decided to dig my heels in and not go. My anger finally came to a boiling point and I became a little bitch to deal with. I threatened to go live with my dad, I argued, I gave the silent treatment, you name it I did it. But eventually a deal was reached. I finished my sophomore year out living with my grandma and when summer rolled around we moved to Kearney. Not my most favorite place then, but I love it now.

After we got moved to Kearney I started my junior year in high school. I didn’t know many people and I wasn’t overly crazy about how clicky the school was. Basically it felt like if you hadn’t been going to school with these people since birth you weren’t accepted. But I eventually found a few friends dated a couple of random guys off and on throughout most of the year then met Petri. We dated for the next year and a half and were engaged for most of that. He was my rock through the rest of my high school career until I graduated early in Jan. of 2002. I didn’t get my diploma until commencement ceremonies in May, so I got to graduate with everyone else. Petri and I had planned to get married in the summer after he graduated high school. But it wasn’t meant to be, he had to move 3 hours away, had a very psychotic family and we wound up breaking up. But then I found my husband and everything has worked out well. And Petri has kind of turned into an ass now. He joined the Marines and over the last 7 years has just changed into someone I don’t even recognize anymore. Which has been good for closure to the time he and I were together. While I cherish the memories because they helped make me who I am, I don’t look back with regret wishing things could have turned out different. If I would have changed anything I wouldn’t have the Hubby or my Lily!!

Speaking of her, as soon as I get the pictures downloaded I’ll get some Halloween pics up of my little tulip fairy 

But there you have it, my high school career in a very long post. I started this thing a week ago. If I wouldn’t have kept getting interrupted it might have been a little bit better written. :P

A Happy Halloween and a Story

2008-10-31T10:35:00.000-05:00

Happy Halloween! I have another post I’m writing but I had to share this story with you guys. It kind of goes with my last post below.

Yesterday morning one of my old managers from the department store I worked at before I got my current job stopped in my office. He’s a retired Army guy and stops in from time to time to say hi. Well yesterday he had something really neat to show me. After his dad passed away last year he was cleaning his house out and found his grandfathers WWI dog tag. I hadn’t ever seen one before and it was really neat. They were round back then and looked a lot like a silver coin.

As we talked about this neat find he of course got into telling me stories about his grandfather and the one I just had to share.

His grandfather we’ll call him Jim served in the 35th Infantry Division in the Army during WWI. Now since he was fluent in French the made him a messenger. He would take the orders from his commander and run them to the French commander and so forth. He also was in charge of taking commands to different officers throughout the front lines. One day he almost changed history. They had a Field Artillery Captain that was horrible with math and was giving the wrong coordinates for the big guns. So every time they fired they were hitting US lines instead of enemy lines. Jim’s Commander told him to go and give the Field Artillery Captain a choice of two different orders. Either he correct his coordinates and shoot at the right people or Jim had orders to shoot him. Well naturally the Field Artillery Captain chose the first choice. Now what was the name of that Field Artillery Captain that was so bad at math???? Harry Truman later to be known as Harry S. Truman during his presidency.

Now granted this is just the story that has been passed down from Jim to his family and there’s no way in proving that he ever had that encounter with Harry Truman, but there is plenty of proof that they served together in the same Infantry Division during WWI.

I’m such a history nut and enjoyed that story so much I thought the rest of you would as well.

Hope everyone has a safe and Happy Halloween!!!

My Job

2008-10-24T15:53:00.003-05:00

Well Coffey gave me quite a few ideas to write about so I will just start with the first one, veterans stuff.

Now with my job I basically counsel veterans on the benefits they may be eligible for through the federal VA and through the state. And I take great solace in being able to say that I do not work for the VA. I am employed by the county and basically when you boil it down, the tax payers pay me, our veterans taxes pay me. I work for the veterans. I got this job about 6 months after I graduated high school. I am a huge history buff and thought this sounded like an interesting job…with good benefits. Most of our veterans are like walking history books to me only better. That is including the guys that are my age. These people have lived history and they all have their own story.

I would have to say my favorite group of veterans would have to be the WWII vets. These are the guys that have had time over the years to heal and actually seem to like talking about their experiences. There’s one guy that’s been in quite a bit the last couple of months that was in Patten’s army. Another one that passed away a while back served as a medic on the front lines. These guys are incredible to listen to. The things they did and saw in the service are truly amazing.

My next favorite group is probably the Vietnam vets. At least the ones that have handled things pretty well. We have a few veterans with severe cases of PTSD and couple with Schizophrenia that make me a little nervous to deal with. I have the upmost respect for them all, but some are just better to deal with than others. The Vietnam vets are starting to get to that phase that they can openly talk about their service a bit more. Now don’t get me wrong, WWII vets all had their fair share of gruesome experiences and PTSD, but the Vietnam guys dealt with a whole different kind of warfare. They dealt with jungles, bugs, swamps, snipers, pungee sticks, prostitutes that did very not nice things, social ridicule, orders that were unthinkable, napalm and Agent Orange. We have one African American vet that is a big, big man. He is a few bricks short due to his PTSD and other mental disorders but all the same is an impressive man. I keep telling my co workers that if we sent more guys over there that were that big and trained that well the war probably would have ended up differently. When I think of him I think of the movie The Glimmer Man with Steven Segal. “There’d be nothing there, then a glimmer and then you were dead”. I think that would some up this gentleman very well.

Our Korean vets are my grandparent’s age. And oddly enough I have run across many of them that grew up with my grandpa. We don’t seem to see as many Korean vets as we do any others. They are a pretty laid back group, but they are still very interesting to talk to. I had an uncle (my Granma’s brother) who was killed in Korea and my grandfather served in the Navy during that time. Talking with some of them kind of gives me a feel for what experiences they would have had.

Then of course there is the Persian Gulf vets. Now the government has not put a closing date on the Persian Gulf War era so anyone that has served from Aug. 2, 1990 to present day is considered a Persian Gulf vet. I deal with those that are my parent’s age then I deal with those that are my age. It’s a bit of a weird era generation wise, but as the same with the others very interesting. The one’s that really seem to hit home with me though are the guys that I know and went to school with. One of them I didn’t know him hardly at all in school but knew him because of friends back then. But he gave a speech at our graduation and was voted most likely to succeed…that is until the Marines signed him up. He now suffers from PTSD and drug and alcohol problems related to it. He’s doing a wonderful job of staying clean and doing what he’s supposed to, but he’s not the same guy anymore. And sadly enough I don’t think he ever will be. There are those that are born for war and those that aren’t.

Liberally Conservative

2008-10-24T11:09:00.000-05:00

Hmm….Amber wants to know if I consider myself liberal, conservative or somewhere in between.

I would definitely have to say somewhere in between. I can have a very liberal way of thinking when it comes to some things and a very conservative way of thinking on others.

The one thing I think this nation needs again though is a wee bit higher standard of morals and responsibility. I think the lack of those two things is what has led to most of the problems we have, especially the economic thing. So many people have this idea that they can do whatever they want to and it shouldn’t cost them anything and they shouldn’t be held responsible for their actions. Our nation has gotten lazy, our nation/society has gotten to that point that no one really seems to care about much of anything anymore. I don’t remember where I read/ or heard it, but it was a statement that compared the US to the Roman Empire. Rome fell from the inside out, and that was the prediction made for the US in that statement unless a few things change.

Well that takes care of that portion of my writing. I started it yesterday and had a whole line of thought for it and everything. But then I had to take Lily to the doctor since she wasn’t feeling well and therefore my whole line of thought is now gone. :P But between Amber and Coffey I have plenty of ideas for posts now!! It’s always nice to hear questions that you guys have about me. Makes me feel like I’m writing less drivel.

2008-10-23T12:02:00.002-05:00

It's not Monday anymore...but it's a dreary, dreary Thursday and I don't want to be everyone's Super Girl today. But evidently that's what everyone else thinks I need to be today. If the day continues the way it is I'm going to go KABOOOM!!!

I will write more once the day starts going better. Toodles.

P.S. If anyone has ideas on something I can write about fire away. I think you all need some different reading material other than my blah day to day stuff.

2008-10-20T10:51:00.001-05:00

It’s Monday…already.  I hate it that weekends have to go so fast sometimes. I’m in one of my little funks and the thought that I spend more time at work than I do with my family just pisses me off. Granted yes if you add it up I’m at home more than work, but a lot of that time is spent sleeping and that doesn’t count. Which sleep is one thing I could use more of. I haven’t slept well for about a week which could explain of bit of my crankiness, and the rest of it could probably be blamed on hormones. God had an evil streak of humor when he decided women should have periods. Normally mine don’t bother me too bad, but my back is killing me and I don’t like it. Anyway, I digress from that subject.

My weekend went okay. Saturday was spent doing not much of anything with the family. We laid around and watched TV and cartoons and played with the kids. Well more like played with Lily and constantly had to get after or have arguments with Little Guy. We braved Wal-Mart at 3:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday and ran into my aunt and cousin which is always nice. They live about an hour away from here but we run into them all the time due to all of the sports my cousin plays. That child is way too tall for only 14. She’s close to 6’. After our short trip to Wal-Mart we took the kids to the park. That was quite a bit of fun. Little Guy got to run off some of his energy and Lily was so cute going down slides and running after the squirrels. She’s just like me in the animal lover sense. She absolutely adores animals. The squirrels even let her get about 6” away from them. And we finally got some decent pictures of her at the park. I think I’m going to look into investing in a better camera. And not a digital. I like my digital camera but I’m old fashioned a bit. I like using the cameras that actually take film. And I also get my pictures developed a lot quicker. It’s hard to keep track of all of my digital pictures sometimes. I have so many of them. But I need something with a faster shutter time. Miss Lily doesn’t like to hold still very long so I need something that isn’t going to have that delay.

Saturday night was an interesting evening. After I got the kids to bed I went out with my friend Nick. Now going out with him can always be interesting and sometimes not in a great way. He likes to drink a lot and he frequents some interesting run down bars throughout the downtown area and therefore knows some very odd people. The bar we chose to go to has become one of my new favorites. Mainly because they have $1.50 drinks for ladies every night. So it’s cheap. And on Saturday night they had a band and we didn’t have to pay a cover. So we got our drinks and sat down. The band had sounded good during warm up so we were interested to hear what they were like. Finally when they got up to play half an hour later than the sign stated we liked what we heard. But there were some drawbacks to this group. Mainly the lead singer couldn’t be watched without giggling. He looked a bit like an older heavier version of Nick Lachey from 98 Degrees, he didn’t play an instrument other than the shaker thing that looked like an avocado and the tambourine, danced funny, looked constipated the whole time and…had a lisp! A very pronounced lisp. The man had an amazing voice, especially for singing the blues and old rock stuff, but Mustang Sally sung with a lisp is just a bit on the funny side. But I will say they did the best live rendition I’ve ever heard of Lynyrd Skynyrds Simple Man I’ve ever heard. While I was being entertained by watching the band Nick decided to wave over some people that he knew. To make a long story short on that side of things by the end of the night I wound up sitting with Nick, a guy named deaf Jeff, and black guy that was the highest biggest blow hard I’ve ever met and his construction worker friend. Now I had stuck to my decision on not drinking much, I had a Guinness and 3 watered down jack n cokes, but these very odd individuals took it upon themselves to buy me 3 shots of jack and a jager bomb. The first shot I didn’t mind and took especially since Nick bought that one, but I had said repeatedly after that that I didn’t want anymore shots. And I would have poured them on the floor or something of that nature, but they all kept a pretty close eye on us when we took the shots and I also didn’t want to get anything on the cases for all of the band equipment. But even Nick could only take so much of these people so we called it an earlier night than normal. I went home and washed my hair since it smelled like an ashtray and snuggled in with the Hubby.

Pool league was yesterday. And my losing streak still continues. I get halfway there and just have extremely bad luck. It would have helped out a bit yesterday if we weren’t playing the team of a guy I went to high school with. Mind you I haven’t seen this guy since 10th grade, but it was still a little unnerving. Someday I will do better. Just have to work on it. I do have to admit that I miss my step Dad being on the team. He is an amazing player and while his coaching techniques didn’t always work for me it was nice to have someone of that skill and where withal to help me out. We’re such a new team not everyone is used to how things can be done. Having a seasoned good player on a team is always a plus in my opinion. It can add a certain air of confidence.

I am so ready to be done with work today. I am not in the mood to be sitting here dealing with the same old stuff. It’s a beautiful day to be in the park with Lily or window shopping downtown. A day for simple enjoyment. Maybe one of these days, the Hubby and I can play hooky. Those days are always nice to have.

2008-10-16T14:23:00.001-05:00

Victory is ours!!!! Well at least for today anyway. I got a phone call first thing this morning from our lawyer letting us know they received a fax from the Egg Donor’s lawyer stating he had not been able to contact or locate her to come to the mediation about Little Guy. Big surprise. Our lawyer and her assistant just found it funny; evidently they’d been telling her lawyer all along that this is the way she operates. So at least for today we don’t have to worry about mediation and the Hubby is getting a much needed day to himself. I’m not sure what our next step from here will be. I’m sure once she can be found she’ll some up with some bullshit story of why she couldn’t be reached but in any respect it doesn’t make her look any better which is good for us. It just helps us prove our point even further that she really doesn’t care. What a sad life she must lead. I personally think it would be terribly exhausting trying to find new ways to work the system and screw people out of things. As much as I dislike working some days, I would much rather work than be like her and others like her. I guess I was raised different…thank God.

In other news I am thoroughly enjoying my new phone. The Hubby got the same kind last night after he got off of work. He’d thought about a Blackberry or something like it, but the data plans you have to sign up for with those is ridiculous. Plus with the ones we have we can still check our email and sign on to various messengers and stuff. So all in all I think they will work out very well.

I am uncomfortably full at the moment. Hubby took me out to lunch since he had the day off and the place we went to had their chicken fried steaks on special. I have a weakness for gravy. I would consider it its very own food group when I was younger. I try not to eat a lot of it anymore, it’s bad for you. :P Everything tasted very good at lunch but it would be nice to quit tasting it every time I burp now. And I could use a nap.

But as sensuous as this post is I’m going to leave you now….to call a plumber. We have a leak from our upstairs toilet that’s leaking into the downstairs bathroom and causing a mess. I wonder if my parents are regretting being our landlords yet? So far we’ve had to have the ac fixed and now plumbing and the cats keep yakking up hairballs. Sending much love with that last image. :D Toodles!

2008-10-15T16:40:00.001-05:00

Hello Darlings! :P I’m hoping after I’m done typing this some of you will have posted something new too. I need reading material people!! :P Hope everyone’s weekends went well. Mine went pretty good. Friday night Coyote Mike and I went out with Specs for her birthday. We had a couple drinks at Applebee’s and then went and saw Pineapple Express at the movies. I haven’t seen a good stoner movie in ages and this one was definitely funny. Got a bit long towards the end but it was funny. Coyote Mike wrote a little about it and our evening on his last post. The one thing I enjoyed about the evening is I didn’t go home smelling like and ashtray since we weren’t around cigarette smoke. The Hubby enjoyed that too.

The rest of the weekend was pretty good too. Minus all the rain and crap. Saturday we drove to the next town over and went shopping. I finally got myself some new pants and shoes for work and stuff. I love it when I’ve actually succeeded at losing some weight and things fit better. By the time we got done with our shopping we were all a little cranky and ready to get home. On Sunday I almost won at pool league. My losing streak from the last session is still carrying over and it sucks! But hopefully it will get better. I did get called “babe” and patted on my ass by a drunken frat boy I was playing. It’s been a while since that has happened. :P He was the one I was playing and from what I observed treats every woman like that. He’s a nice guy but got a little grouchy when I won the first game. But I made him feel better when I lost the match by making the 8 ball too early in the last game. I don’t wanna be a loser anymore.  I’m mainly there to have fun and stuff but winning every once in a while is a nice pick me up.

Monday was Christopher Columbus Day so I didn’t have to work. (I get Columbus Day, Arbor Day, Labor Day off but yet I get no time for Easter, stupid political correctness anyway.) Coyote Mike and I met up for shopping and lunch, nothing overly exciting. It was a nice day for it though. It’s always nice to have a relaxing day sometimes. It’d be nice for Hubby to have one too, where he actually feels good.

Unfortunately tomorrow is his appointment and the lawyer’s office for mediation with the Egg Donor and her lawyer regarding custody issues with Little Guy. Since they’re the biological parents I don’t get to be there. But that is ok with me. While yes I will be biting my nails until it’s all done and Hubby calls me, I really don’t want to have to be in the same room with her. I wish Hubby didn’t have to be either. We haven’t had to deal with this woman in 3 years it’s complete stupidity that we have to now. She made it quite clear a number of years ago that she doesn’t really care about Little Guy. But I’m trying not to stress over things that I don’t have much power over. I just hope Hubby makes it through tomorrow okay. It’s stupid bullshit he doesn’t need. And it’s all in vain anyway. There’s no way that they will come to an agreement tomorrow about anything. But it’s the law here that you have to do mediation first before it can go before a judge to decide. They want you to work the problems out with one another and not involve the court. I think it’s someone’s pipe dream. Most people bring things back to court because they couldn’t agree in the first place. Sticking them in a room together isn’t going to help matters. But I’m hoping tomorrow can go as smooth as possible.

In the meantime I will have fun playing with the new phone I bought today. I got an LG Slider with touch screen. It’s awesome! Considering I haven’t bought a phone since two years ago I figured it was time to splurge a bit and get a new one. I’m entitled!! :P I shall regale you all more in the next couple of days with more adventures!

2008-10-10T10:21:00.000-05:00

Hallooo Everybodeeee!! Sorry I didn’t make that riveting post yesterday about my date with the Hubby on Wednesday. I was dealing with stupid shit here at work. But so far it’s better today.

We had a wonderful time on Wednesday night. We got out of the house by 6:30 and headed to the new high end restaurant here in town. Now Coyote Mike and I have been there for lunch before and the prices were actually very reasonable then. They evidently make their money during supper. But I think it was worth every penny. It was wonderful. We split two crab cakes that are just to die for and I had chicken breasts stuffed with cream cheese and spinach on top of angel hair pasta with a white wine garlic sauce and sliced grape tomatoes. The Hubby had Tuscani Chicken, two grilled chicken breasts served over cheese tortellini with a creamy roasted red pepper and tomato sauce. They were both to die for and I was uncomfortably full when it was all done, but I didn’t mind.

After supper we headed over to the movie theater and saw Nights in Rodanthe. The new romance movie with Diane Lane and Richard Gere(they are both getting old, Richard Gere was sorta good looking when he was younger but I’ve always thought he looks a bit like a rabbit…it’s the mouth and his teeth). I will say the previews for it were better than the movie. I didn’t really care for either character and the ending sucked. Just when it seemed to be getting better he fucking died at the end!!! If you’re going t make a movie that’s mostly complete shit except for like 30 minutes then you better have a good ending. So far I have yet to see a movie at this new theater that I really have liked. The first one I saw there was I Am Legend which creeped me out beyond belief, the next one was The Bucket List while it was enjoyable it was a bit sad and not quite as good as I had expected it and well I just said how the last movie went. I’m going to give it another try tonight. My friend Specs turns 25 tonight and we’re going out for her birthday and she wants to see a movie. I myself am voting for the new animated move Igor. :P You can’t go wrong with animation…well you can but I don’t think you can with this one.

Oh and Tits did a good job babysitting. Both kids were in bed when we got home and the toilet didn’t overflow this time. She said Lily made it rather easy for her though. When she wanted her diaper changed she’d walk back to her bedroom and when it was getting close for her bedtime Tits made her a bottle and Lily took it and walked back to her room so Tits could lay her down. I definitely couldn’t ask for a better baby.

But I suppose I should get some work done before it’s lunchtime. Coyote Mike and I are having lunch today.

2008-10-08T10:05:00.000-05:00

I’m excited today!! My friend Tits is going to babysit for us tonight so the Hubby and I can go out on a date for our 6 year anniversary. May is our wedding anniversary and October is our first date anniversary. Doesn’t seem like it’s been 6 years already. We’re planning on going to dinner and a movie I think. There’s not a whole lot else to do and we don’t want to get home too late since we have to work in the morning and in case Lily wakes up in the middle of the night. Although she slept like a little rock last night. Didn’t make a peep once after she went to sleep. She was really tired though. She’s been driving her daycare lady buggy by only napping maybe an hour a day.

I tried a new recipe last night. I cheated a bit with some of it, but it was a big success with the family and will definitely be one I’ll make again. Here’s the recipe:

Gnocchi with Beef Ravioli Sauce

1 Package Gnocchi
½ Stick of Butter
Flour
1 Clove Garlic
1 ½ Cups Milk
1 Can Stewed Tomatoes with Italian Seasoning
1 Can Chef Boyardee Beef Ravioli

Over medium heat melt butter and garlic. Add flour to make a rue. Slowly add the 1 ½ cups milk to rue stirring constantly to mix well. Heat through until sauce starts to thicken stirring frequently. After sauce has thickened add 1 can stewed tomatoes and stir. Then add 1 can beef ravioli and stir well. Turn heat down to low and let warm through.

Cook Gnocchi according to package directions and drain. Serve in bowls with beef ravioli sauce spooned over top.

Now then like I said I cheat a bit with using canned ravioli and stuff but it’s a very easy and quick supper to make. All together it took me about 20 mins and most of that was getting the sauce the way I wanted it. The Gnocchi are amazingly quick to cook. The package isn’t kidding when it says done in 3-4 minutes. And this is a recipe you can do so much with. I think it would be good with kicking up the sauce a bit and making it a bit spicier and adding shrimp or some other seafood. I found another recipe that called for adding cream cheese to the sauce at the end with an immersion blender. Also when it comes to adding your milk to your rue I’ve found it works out best if the milk is close to room temperature. It combines with the rue better and doesn’t cause as many lumps as cold milk does. It made great finger food for Lily. She just loved the Gnocchi.

Well kiddies I suppose I should quite slacking off and do my job. Hope everyone has a great day/night! I will be back tomorrow to regale you with the story of our night out tonight. :P

2008-10-07T13:15:00.001-05:00

Hello y’all!! I’m trying to kill some time before I get to go to lunch, so I shall stun you with the happenings of my life the past few days. :P

No a whole hell of a lot has been going on. Little Guy got in house suspension at school on Friday. I honestly don’t feel like going into details, so the shortened version is…a little girl pissed him off so he…choked her! Yes I said choked! That is not a normal reaction to what she did!! Needless to say it scared the teachers shitless along with the poor little girl and just made the Hubby and I sick. So he is grounded for an undetermined period of time and has had his TV plus all of his toys taken away. He has to earn them back. It’s just big mess and very exhausting to think or talk about.

Saturday wasn’t a bad day, it was busy though. We got up at 6 AM so we could load up in the car and head to my Hubby’s hometown so we could see his dad for his birthday and catch the local Oktoberfest parade. Lily enjoyed the parade. She got to flirt with strangers and loved when the marching bands would go by. She’d clap her little hands and kick her legs. It was very cute. And she enjoyed our trip to Pizza Hut afterward. She got to have bread sticks, pizza, and peas. She loves peas now, especially frozen. She is my daughter.  After we got done with eating and checking out the local fair grounds we hopped back in the car and drove the 3 hours back home. Unfortunately on the way home while I was driving, we hit a cat.  I was absolutely heartbroken. I felt horrible. I hadn’t ever hit a cat before and with me being the animal lover I am it just tore me apart. Although I will say I didn’t think a 10lbs animal could become such a big speed bump when you’re going down the road at 75mph. But I’m sure he’s up in kitty heaven somewhere having a ball.

Sunday was uneventful. The Hubby let me sleep in which was nice and we spent the day cleaning house and I had pool in the evening. I didn’t play but my team won overall for the evening. Coyote Mike and I played the team we left and it went quite well. They were all a lot of fun to play and we had a good time. I had a few too many beers and had to stick around the pool hall a bit longer till I could get myself home. This has led me to the decision that I am going to for the most part quit drinking. Not entirely but I’m limiting myself to 2 drinks/beers and only once in a while. Life is too short and I have better things to do than to drink myself silly…even if I do only do it once in a while. There are plenty of fun things to do and not have to drink.

And anyway, lunch got here before the end of this post. I am now a transformed woman. I had my eyebrows waxed and my hair done over lunch. I feel pretty 

Another Dream

2008-10-02T15:24:00.003-05:00

Below is the story of the dream I had last night. It was a very bizarre and strange dream. It was one of those that even after I'd wake up when I'd fall back to sleep the dream would start up where it left off. I know there was more to the dream that what I wrote below but I can't remember it all. I know it had some strange Egyptian, Stargate mystery theme to it. Picture it taking place down in New Mexico. In my dream I was in a town much like the one my parents moved to where all of the buildings are those little pueblo adobe type places and everything is brown, brown and more brown for color.

She walked out onto her balcony to see what was causing the red glow coming in through the windows. Her heart leapt and her stomach dropped as she looked out at the sight before her. All of the leaves and grass had died and turned brown, all that was left of the river was a few mud patches and cracks where the water had evaporated. And the heat was unbearable. The strange red glow was coming from a strange orb hovering above the mountain. The entire sky was black with clouds that looked as if they were made from tar.

As she took in this incredible scene she could hear the conversations of her neighbors and others throughout the city. No one knew or understood what was going on. But she had a strange sense of déjà vu. She knew she’d seen this before and should know exactly what was going on. Her mind raced trying to find the answer.

All of a sudden the giant glowing orb seemed to crust over and cool on the outside leaving only a few faint areas where the red light came through. She looked around knowing there were more things out there. She clamored up onto the roof and scanned the horizon; she saw what appeared to be 8 giant pyramids surrounding the city. All of a sudden beams of red light shot out of the top of each pyramid hitting the orb in the sky. As each beam of light hit the orb different glyphs glowed to life on it. Everyone else was screaming in confusion. Amazingly she remained calm. She knew this was the end, she couldn’t remember why or how but it was the end.

2008-09-30T13:28:00.003-05:00

I feel like I look like a dork today. Hush Mike I know I am a dork, but there is a difference between being a dork and actually looking like one. I got dressed this morning having thought about my wardrobe choice for a full 2 minutes last night before bed. I'm wearing a patterned shirt that has different hues of purple and white, khaki pants and my new cute brown shoes. The problem? I feel the pants are too short for the cute brown shoes and the extremely black dress socks I have on. I figured my pants would cover most of the top of my foot therefore the extremely black dress socks could not be seen and just the cute toes of the cute brown shoes would be seen. Unfortunately this isn't so. You can see the extremely black dress socks very clearly in contrast with my cute brown shoes and the combo makes me look like I'm wearing highwaters. Put my glasses on me today and I feel like something out of Revenge of the Nerds. I will make a note for myself to wear different shoes with this particular outfit.

This of course means shoe shopping. Now before you start rolling your eyes guys, you must know I am not a shoe whore by any means. I do love shoes and would like to own many, but alas I usually refuse to pay what people want for shoes and I prefer to wear things that are comfortable and will not put my back in traction for a week if I wear them. I'm a sensible shoe person. I used to love wearing high heels and all the other popular favorites, but unfortunately my body doesn't allow for all of that anymore. But it is easier on the pocket book, but I am a nightmare to go shoe shopping with since I have all of the above named standards for shoes.

Is anyone else ready for it to be Friday? It's only halfway through Tuesday and I am so sick of work I could yack. That could partly be because I hadn't worked since last Wednesday afternoon until yesterday. And of course I came back to all of this crap piled on my desk. Which I expected and we were fairly busy I guess, but still it's an annoyance. I guess I should be thankful that I'm not necisarily expendable here. :P Well I suppose I should keep that the way it is and get back to getting this big pile of crap off my desk. Have a good night/day/morning!!!

Update

2008-09-29T08:06:00.003-05:00

First off thanks for all of the kind words and well wishes. Thankfully everything turned out alright with the Hubby's heart. He passed the stress test with no problem. I figured he would, but there's always that chance something is wrong. And with his family history of heart disease and stuff it was good to get it ruled out. The doctor mainly thinks it's a combination of his old hernia and his new ulcer acting up and causing major acid reflux problems. So he put him on some heartburn stuff and we're trying to make sure he stays away from most things that would bother it.

I myself am feeling better. I went through Wednesday night and Thursday night with a horrible fever and still kinda felt like I'd been hit upside the head with a 2x4 Friday but felt pretty good for the rest of the weekend. Now unfortunately it's back to work and the regular schedule. I'll write more boring stuff later when I have more time. Toodles!!

2008-09-26T13:58:00.002-05:00

Sorry I haven't been around the last few days. It's been a week from hell since Wednesday. Wednesday right after lunch I get a call from the Hubby asking me to pick him up at the ER. Evidently he started having bad chest pains at work and they took him in. His blood pressure and pulse were low and the put him on a nitro drip and did all sorts of tests on him. Of course no one at the hospital or his work could think to let me know, and he was in no position to be making phone calls. But I suppose there wouldn't have been much that I could have done other than sit and worry. So, I went and picked him up and brought him home. I hadn't been feeling very well that day either. So after I got done running and getting the things he needed I laid down with him and took a short nap. Of course during this naptime I had a fever come up. But it wasn't too bad and I shook it off so I could go get the kids. The rest of the evening was rather uneventful. We had supper got the kids in bed and went to bed ourselves.

Yesterday we had to go back to the doctors office so they could do a stress test on him to further check his heart. They all seemed to go fine and they'll have the results either today or by the beginning of next week. We came home and relaxed the rest of the afternoon, and somewhere between 3 and 4 pm my fever spiked again. I had the shakes and felt like absolute shit. The Hubby was doing better than I was at that point so he went and got the kids. I spent the rest of the night fighting my fever and trying to rest...throwing my neck out of whack while I was at it.

So far today, I'm feeling better and the Hubby is doing okay. He's still pretty weak and not up to par yet. We're supposed to head out in a few minutes for another doctors appointment for him. So far I have not had a fever yet today, but it's still early. I'll write more when we get more news and more energy. Hope everyone is well!! Have a good weekend!

2008-09-23T13:16:00.001-05:00

I’m in need of a night out…with my husband. I know it’s normal that when you have kids, and jobs and essentially no babysitter that you as a couple don’t get to go out very often. But the last time the Hubby and I went out on a date was back in May for our anniversary. We had a great time that weekend, but it all seemed too short and I’m ready for another date night. We’ve kind of gotten stuck in this rut lately of the same routine every night which isn’t so bad, I thrive in routines. But after our routine for the day is over, we don’t have much energy or ability to do much else. I am making it our mission (I’m including the Hubby in this because I detest this type of mission with a passion) of finding someone we trust who will watch the kids for us so we can have a night out. Since my Mom moved our babysitters are rather limited and the ones we do have don’t seem to be available or up for the task. So if anyone would like to volunteer their services feel free!! :P LOL

Frustrated

2008-09-17T10:51:00.003-05:00

I hate mornings that start off wrong!! Lately with Little Guy those mornings come way too often. I’m not a huge morning person, but I’m not snappy in the mornings either as long as things go smoothly. The routine in the morning is get up, find Little Guy clothes, attempt to make him understand that he needs to get dressed preferably before myself and his sister are dressed, get clothes for Lily, dress Lily, go into the bathroom put in my contacts, do my hair then finally get dressed myself. By this time it’s time for us to leave so I tell Little Guy to go downstairs and get his shoes on while I get Lily’s coat on her and her shoes. This is usually where our trouble with one another starts in the morning. It takes me about 5 minutes to get Lily’s coat on her and her shoes. Which is more than enough time for Little Guy to have his shoes on. Well by the time I get downstairs guess what? He doesn’t have them on!!! It drives me insane, but I usually handle it rather well and make sure he gets them on while giving him the “if you do this first you have more time for goofing off later” short speech. I know he doesn’t listen to a word I’m saying but it makes me feel better, or so I’ve lied to myself. Well if he doesn’t get pissed off at me over getting his shoes on then there is bound to be something between our house and the 5 blocks to the school.

Yesterday it was because I didn’t say something he wanted me to say which the child hardly said a word to me the entire way and if he did say something he’s way in the back seat and I have a hard time hearing him. So he wasn’t speaking to me as we got to the school then proceeded to have this huge attitude problem the rest of the day at school and daycare. Then this morning he got pissed of at me right off the bat over shoes and pretty much didn’t speak to me all the way to school again. Which is fine, but makes me paranoid that he’s going to have another bad day, get into trouble and I will have to talk to the school principal again and in turn feel like it is all completely my fault because I made him feel bad some how this morning.

I’m going to lose my mind soon!!! Yes I probably could be more patient with him and handle things better when he’s not doing what he’s told, but in the same turn he can behave better himself. When he gets in these moods he acts like he’s about 2. Now if he really were 2 it’d be a different story I would expect that type of behavior from him and would understand better. But he’ll be 8 in April and I just find it harder to wrap my mind around the idea of patience sometimes. I go through this constant argument with myself over things. I get impatient with him and feel justified in my impatience at the time, then after I have time to clear my head and think about it then I feel bad for getting impatient and short with him and worry about how it’s going to affect his day….and on and on and on.

It just gets to be so stressful sometimes. I worry about how he’s feeling, I worry about how it affects his school work, I worry that people think that he’s the way he is because of us and not because of the “egg donor”, I worry that we’re not doing everything we can for him, I worry about how it affects Lily and how it will affect her. And in all my worrying I get so mad about it all sometimes, he should not have to be going through any of this, he should be growing up without all of these added problems that his “mother” gave him, we should not be having to deal with it. It’s not fair.

I hate it when that phrase pops into my mind too. There’s so many people out their with much worse problems then ours and I don’t feel it’s right for me to think that my life isn’t fair. It would be nice to have a normalcy break from the craziness of it all sometimes. Every once in a while we’ll get a couple of days where he behaves fine and we all get along great and those days don’t feel like such an uphill battle with it all.

I do have a hard time dealing with things I have no control over sometimes. I just wish I could wave a magic wand and make everything all better for him…and the rest of us. But all I can do is try my best with him and accept the fact that there are days that I will fail at doing my best and so will he. I just have to relax and remember to take it all one step at a time. That’s all just so much easier said than done.

2008-09-17T10:51:00.001-05:00

I stole this from Avitable's site. I couldn't think of anything else to post about today.

My favorite age: 17
My best friend: Andria
My celebrity crush: Justin Hartley-he played the Green Arrow on Smallville
My most evil moment: Breaking off a good friendship back in high school over stuff I don’t even remember now.
My favorite food: Seafood.
My grossest injury: don’t really have one
My biggest hatred: Intentionally stupid people
My most illegal activity: drinking in high school
My need for justice: cruelty to animals
My most knowledgeable field: history
My life's goal: to truly enjoy life everyday.
My mother's influence: needing to be in control of things
My nerdiest point: when my best friend in elementary school and I would play figure skating at recess.
My oldest memory: my first 4th of July, I was 6 months old.
My perfect date: dinner, with good wine, a movie or some sort of activity and going to a bar with a good band
My unanswered question: why do some people exist?
My random fact: my big toes get hairy in the summertime
My stupidest decision: too many to list.
My favorite television show: The Big Bang Theory
My style of underwear: thongs or bikinis
My favorite vegetable: sweet corn
My weakest trait: too trusting
My X-men power: Storm-control the weather
My strongest yearning: to get back into shape
My moment of Zen: being outside in a nice gentle warm rain

2008-09-11T11:44:00.000-05:00

Oh it is such a blah day! The weather has been very blah the last few days. Overcast and rainy with wind. The wind is a wee bit better today though. But it all just makes me feel so sleepy. Maybe I’ll wake up a bit after lunch.

Not much has been going on my way. Little Guy is up to plenty of shenanigans at school. I thought my days of talking with teachers and principles were over. :P Evidently he punched a kid yesterday on the playground. He said it was because the kids have been making fun of him all the time and stuff like that. Now was it right, no there were definitely different options for him to choose, but can I understand that his temper got the better of him, definitely. I will say this, there is the possibility that any teasing that was going on will stop. It’s always so hard to figure out what the “good parent” choice for stuff like this is. I think I remember so much of my childhood it’s easier for me to relate to what’s going on on that level than on a parenting level. Hell I punched a girl in school because the midget had tormented me since Kindergarten and after that she left me the hell alone. I was the main focal point for many bullies in my class; I was the kid that never stood up for herself. But oddly enough after punching the one girl the rest of them seemed to have a bit more respect for me. I’m sure there’s better ways that I could have handled it too, and by no means is violence (always) the answer. Sometimes with bullies you’re left with no choice but to stand and fight. Ever since then though, especially since I started studying martial arts I have a strict policy of “I won’t start a fight but I will definitely end one”. And I have started to teach Little Guy what defending himself means. I feel for him though. It’s no fun being the focal point of teasing, but I also know he doesn’t help himself much with the way he can behave and treat others. We’re getting him started in the in school counseling program. By far this is the best one I have come across. It’s not the typical talk to the guidance counselor thing; the school system actually has licensed counselors that go to the different schools to talk to kids that have behavioral, academic or family problems. I’m optimistic that it will help him some.

Now all I need is my own therapist! :P LOL Anyone have any suggestions as to what I should make for supper? I have got to get the rest of my kitchen crap moved and unpacked. I get ideas for recipes, but then I turn around and don’t yet have all the tools I need available. That and I’m still getting the hang of my new stove. It’s one of those ceramic tops. I absolutely hate boiling things over on this stove. Those things can be a bitch to clean. Anyway…anyone have any suggestions as to what I should write about for my next post? Any requests or questions?

Highs and Lows

2008-09-08T16:46:00.000-05:00

I am so very tired. My weekend was…full of mediums and lows. I’ll give you a timeline

Friday: Work went incredibly slow, but I was very happy it was Friday as I was set to hang out with my friend Nick and I didn’t’ have to feel so guilty since the Hubby’s best friend was coming for a visit. I get off work and pick the kiddies up and we have supper and I let Little Guy and Lily play for a while. Just before their bedtime Hubby gets home. Now I had planned to stay home long enough to get the kids in bed then go pick up Nick. Well the Hubby helps me get the kids in bed and decides to run up to Wal-Mart really quick to grab a few things and meet up with his friend there so his friend can follow him back to the new house. This was supposed to be a 15 minute trip. It turned into a 90minute trip (which really didn’t annoy me too bad, I just felt bad since I was late picking Nick up). Well within the 90mintues I receive a phone call from my father. For those of you who don’t know me IRL or haven’t been reading very long. My parents divorced when I was 15, Dad turned into this angry bitter man that only somewhat bears a physical resemblance to the Dad I grew up with. We have had a very rocky relationship over the years, but in the last 4 it has gotten a lot better. Well when I saw his name on my caller id I didn’t think much of it. It’d been a couple of weeks since I’d talked to him, so I answered and basically other than “hello” and “I’m at home” I didn’t get another chance to speak. The gist of the yelling on the other end of the phone was he was disowning me as his daughter until I can screw my mom and step dad over as much as I’ve screwed him over, yadda yadda yadda…don’t call me or anyone else…click. Somewhere at the beginning of that he said something about my step dad supposedly calling him and leaving him messages etc. It’s basically the same thing he always yells at me about. It’s part of that bitter angry thing he has going on. So Hubby gets home after I’ve talked to Dad. I grab my keys, go get Nick and proceed to have a pretty decent night of Jack N Coke’s and an assortment of shots. After the bar I went home and slept pretty good.

Saturday: It was pretty uneventful. Went shopping, had KFC for lunch and dinner and that was it.

Sunday: Morning and early afternoon were uneventful. Spent it at home playing board games and stuff with the kids while Hubby and his friend went to some stores and hung out. Around 4:00 as I was getting ready to head out for my pool league my step mom calls to check on me. Basically she and Dad got into a big fight Friday night and he evidently called and yelled at numerous people that night. So I caught up with her a bit, which made me slightly late to the first night of pool league. Coyote Mike was chomping at the bit and seemed a bit panicky when I arrived. He and I ditched our old pool team from last session and started our own. Most of our teammates we had yet to meet. Most of them were really nice and okay, I wasn’t overly crazy about the two employees that worked for our sponsor, but we figured we’ll give them a chance to correct their attitudes or kick em off. But with everything I dealt with family wise and stuff over the weekend I wasn’t in the best of moods and having a hectic first night of pool wasn’t helping. But we got through it and I think next weekend will go a lot more smoothly. We lost last night, but I think we’ve got some really good players on our team and most of us are there to have fun. We’ll see how it goes.

But there you have it my weekend…does anyone blame me for wanting to disown some of my family?!

News, Meeting the Jonas Brothers and my fling with Luke Perry

2008-08-28T14:13:00.001-05:00

I want to write today, I just don’t know what to write about. Has anyone else read that story on MSN about the lady that saw a tumor in the eye of a baby in a picture she got in an email? It’s a nice story in the sense that she helped notify the baby’s mother and she will live, but it’s a terrible story in the sense that the baby will lose her left eye. As the mother of the most beautiful baby girl, stories like this horrify me. I can’t imagine having to go through something like that with Lily. I can’t imagine what that poor little baby must be going through or the mother.

Before Lily was born I was always kind of partial to kids, but I never had a deep, deep connection with them. Now that I have Lily it’s like some universal emotional, maternal thing has been installed in me. It really does amaze me how having a baby can change you and affect you. And it still makes me wonder what is wrong with women who can abandon their children or do harm to them. Who knows, maybe they were meant to be created as some spider that eats their young and it just got goofed up. :P All I know is being a real mommy to Lily is my favorite thing.

Does anyone else have really messed up dreams? Last night I think my brain must have been on overload or something when I went to sleep. I don’t remember a lot of details, but for some bizarre reason the Jonas Brothers and Luke Perry from the original 90210 were in it. Although in this dream the Jonas Brothers were all a lot older and blonde. It interests me why the mind picks such odd things to dream about. I know yesterday I saw a headline on MSN about the new 90210 show and I heard a song by the Jonas Brothers on the radio. Why oh why did my brain pick those things to dream about?! I think the Jonas Brothers are gay and I’ve never been a fan of Luke Perry. But in this dream I had these friends (which I have no idea who any of them were) that were swooning over the Jonas Brothers and I was having a fling with Luke Perry. Although he wasn’t Luke Perry in my dream his name was something else and I think he was some sort of handyman working on this huge house we were all in. I should start keeping a dream journal and post about all my wacky dreams I have. My dreams some nights are a lot more interesting than my day to day life. I mean come on the Jonas Brothers and Luke Perry all in one dream!! :P LOL

Land of Manana

2008-08-19T14:10:00.001-05:00

Well I made it back from the land of Manana. My step dad and I drove my parents U Haul down to Rio Rancho, New Mexico this weekend. We left Friday night and stayed in Dodge City, KS. I think Dodge was more interesting back when Wyatt Earp was still there. Then we got up Saturday morning and drove the rest of the way getting there at 4:00pm Mountain Time. It was a pretty drive, but very very long with a U Haul. Saturday evening we went out to eat at Outback Steakhouse then went back to their new house and went to bed.
Sunday morning we got up and waited for the guys to come to unload the truck. Now the guys that loaded it here are good ol corn-fed Nebraska boys. The guys that showed up in Rio Rancho were the exact opposite. I’ll just put it this way; I could have picked up them and the boxes at the same time. Not sure what possessed these two to get into the loading and unloading of heavy household things, but I think they need to find a different profession. So after they left the rest of Sunday was spent unpacking and running around town. Which was no easy feat. It was downright scary!! Not so much the town or anything but my mother’s driving. My step dad and I would race to see who would sit in the back seat. And of course her driving would make us all tense and there would be plenty of bickering involved to. I was happy for bedtime to come. It was nice seeing my mom, but she needed a tranquilizer. Or a couple shots of Johnny Walker.
Monday morning we had to get up early to make it to the Range Café on historical Route 66 so my step dad could have an interview for a job he applied for. This was one of the more pleasant experiences. I had eggs benedict with chile con queso replacing the hollandaise sauce. It was wonderful. After breakfast and the interview it was time to head to the airport. I was somewhat nervous since this was my first time flying. I kept picturing all of the horrible things that could happen trying to go through security. But we got through security in about 10 minutes and got boarded onto the plane. We got window seats above the wing. I know a lot of people don’t like wing seats, but I really enjoyed it. I could see the scenery below and see how the wings work etc. Take off was awesome!! And so was the rest of the flight. I think flying has become my favorite thing. It’s like a completely different world up in the clouds. I found it very relaxing. Our flight didn’t take long. We flew from Albuquerque to Denver, CO in about 45 mins. Our maximum speed was 498mph at 40,000 feet in the air.
After we landed in Denver we had to hang around the airport for 3 hours waiting on our connecting flight to get back home. But I looked around all the little shops, had an iced chai tea latte and a schlotzky’s sandwich and toured the airport. Our connecting flight was considerably smaller than our first one. There were only 16 of us on it and the plane only sat 20. But I still loved it. Now I can see why those pilots have so much fun.
Even though it was nice to spend some time with my parents since they’re moving, but I was happy to get home. I definitely never want to live in New Mexico. It is not my cup of tea. The north eastern part of the state is actually really pretty, but once you get past Santa Fe it’s very drab. Everyone has those adobe type houses that come in brown, brown and brown for colors and no one has yards. They have big dust boxes for yards with big brown concrete fences around them. I just didn’t like it. I like my cornfields, grasses, and cows. And…I missed my baby  Who wouldn’t?!

My Baby is 1!!!

2008-08-06T20:29:00.003-05:00

Lily's birthday went great as you can tell from the following pics! The first one is before the cake the next two are her digging into her smiley face cake that you can see with her Tinkerbell one. And the last picture is me with my Princess Lily.

2008-08-01T18:47:00.002-05:00

Well the egg donor didn't go for the adoption route and has decided to be vindictive and well just her and fight for permanent sole custody of a child she hasn't bothered with in 3 years. Our lawyer scheduled a progression hearing for next week to get the judge to set a final trial date and stuff. I know that we cannot force things to happen the way we want them to and I"m trying really hard not to let this stress me out or get me down but that's an extremely hard thing for me to do. I do not welcome the idea of letting a woman who once threatened to have me stabbed if she ever found out I was pregnant back into my life much less Little Guys. I just really hope this judge realizes the hell on earth that woman put him through and won't make him go through any more. Time will tell I guess.

In the meantime I am going to be getting ready for Lily's 1st birthday on Sunday. I'm still in denial that she's one already but it will be so much fun to see her dig into her cake and her presents. She became my everything ever since I found out I was expecting her. I can't imagine my life without her now. I will post details about her party and some pictures if I can.

A Year to Live

2008-07-24T16:38:00.002-05:00

Please note the new link in my blog roll: A Year to Live. He is a Monk who is living as if he has one year left. I found it today via Mr. Guinness and am hooked. It is incredibly relaxing to read and very interesting. The world would be a better place if more people would live this way

2008-07-23T16:11:00.001-05:00

Going back to work after you’ve taken a week’s long vacation sucks donkey balls!! We got home Saturday night about 10pm and I haven’t had a decent nights sleep yet. Evidently I like hotel beds more than my own now. Anywho here is a recap of our vacation highlights.

We spent Wednesday night at a Best Western in Custer, NE. We all got a good nights sleep and woke up bright and early (too early supposedly for my 13 year old step son Sir Grouchy) grabbed the hotels free breakfast and headed over to the Flintstones Theme Park. This I think was my favorite part of the trip. The last time I went on vacation to South Dakota a little over a decade ago the Flintstones had been shut down. So I was totally excited that it was open and looked great. We paid our entrance fee to a very friendly guy and decided to hop on the little train that took you on a quick tour of the theme park first. I think the guy running the little train was older than Moses but he gave out good candy and slowed down while going past all of the kiddy things. After that we hoofed it around Bedrock City to see the Flintstone and Rubble houses and the rest of the town. This would have gone a lot faster if Little Guy wouldn’t have been making me take his picture at every fricken place there was! A few pictures are good, but he wanted way too many. After we were done touring Bedrock we went over to the playground and let Little Guy and Sir Grouchy goof off for a bit. Lily played on a few of the slides and a little play train. After we’d given the kids time to wind down we made our way to the gift shop where I succumbed to one of my biggest weaknesses…Rocks.

I love rocks. The polished gem stone really cool kind. In my 8th grade science class my teacher actually admitted that I knew more about rocks and there formations etc. and let me teach that part of the class. So I was in heaven when I saw the bin in the middle of the gift shop where you pay a couple of dollars for all of the rocks you can shove into a tiny pouch. They didn’t have the best selection but I picked through everything and found some of my faves. I bought pouches for the kids too and bought my step dad a golf ball with Fred Flintstone on it. Which I have still forgotten to give to him.

After the Flintstones we hopped in the car and tootled down the road about 30 miles to Mt. Rushmore. The Crazy Horse mountain monument was on our way and we could see it from the highway. We opted not to go there since neither the Hubby nor I were very impressed with it when we saw it as kids. They’ve been blasting the thing since 1948 and the only thing they have done is a whole blasted where the arm will be and the face is done. The face was done 10 years ago. As we were driving past it Sir Grouchy turned into Tweedle Dee and asked who/what Crazy Horse was etc… Now I am a history buff and have a great memory for history, but even if I didn’t I still would have known this answer. This led me to ask him “What have you been learning in school?!”. So I explained it all to him and after I did so he proclaimed that he thought that it was stupid and Native American history is stupid. I thought about dropping him off at the nearest reservation and let him repeat that, but I decided to be a kindler gentler person and kept my mouth shut. Actually I think it was actually my fear of driving off a mountain that shut me up. I love the mountains; I think they’re beautiful etc. But I hate driving on the highways in the mountains. I have this huge fear that our brakes will fail, that we’ll drive off a cliff etc. Maybe it would be different if I were the one driving and not just a passenger. I chose not to find out. In my nervousness I ate my hot dog, the Hubby’s French fries, and Little Guys chicken sandwich. Fortunately for the Hubby that was enough food to keep me quiet until we got to Mt. Rushmore. I think I let out a few squeals and grabbed the oh shit handles, but all in all I didn’t completely freak out on him.

We didn’t spend a whole lot of time at Mt. Rushmore though. It was a rainy day and it was starting to come down pretty good when we got up to the viewing stations. So we went through the visitors center and saw some of the information on the history behind Mr. Rushmore, the artist etc. This is where Tweedle Dee completed his final transformation into Tweedle Dumb. As we were wandering around this is the conversation that ensued:

Tweedle Dumb: “Ok. Who all is on Mt. Rushmore? There’s Washington, Lincoln and….Roosevelt…who’s the other guy?”

Me(with a look of horror on my face): Thomas Jefferson

Tweedle Dumb: “Why’s he up there?”

Me: “He was a President and he penned the Declaration of Independence.”

Tweedle Dumb: “What does that mean?”

Me(in a very exasperated tone): “He wrote it! What are they teaching you in school?! Little Guy even knew most of that and he just finished Kindergarten!!”

How my step son has made it to the 7th grade I will never understand. I mean it’s one thing to just not be good with history, but with stuff like this it’s just not right. I mean hasn’t he ever watched National Treasure. You’d think some of that might have sunk in.

So that was how our trip to Mt. Rushmore ended and we headed on our way to The Cosmos. If you’re not familiar with the little rickety cabins that seem to defy nature Google them. I’m too lazy to put up a link (or I don’t know how take your pick). This was the only thing that hadn’t changed a lot in the past decade. The only thing that really had changed was that I understood it and it was much cooler to me as a kid. We took the tour which was an interesting feat for someone of my clumsy stature. The tour was pretty uneventful. Our children all behaved unlike other peoples children whom I wanted throw down and out of the cabin. I was happy to be back on level ground after it was all over.

We then finished getting to Rapid City. We got a hotel room and went to Reptile Gardens. This was quite a bit of fun because it was basically a zoo. Granted a zoo of snakes and alligators but it was still fun. I learned that Tweedle Dumb completely hates snakes and he freaked out a few times because he mistook statues for real ones. It was quite amusing. Yet again we took lots of pictures and went through the gift shop. Where I feel in love with the largest amethyst geodes you have ever seen!! But I didn’t have $8000.00 to pay for them and it didn’t look feasibly possible to shop lift them. :P So the Hubby pushed me out of the gift shop and we spend Friday shopping and hanging out at our hotel.

I actually bought a swimsuit and went swimming. Granted I thought the swimsuit was a little too revealing in the cleavage department but we were the only ones down there and Lily loved being able to swim with her Mommy. Actually, I think that was my favorite part of the trip. Swimming with my little water Lily. 

Well I will end this post now since I’ve bored you all to tears and I really should be working. TTFN!!

2008-07-17T20:47:00.002-05:00

Well so far I am surviving our vacation. We left last saturday, spent saturday through yesterday with the hubby's family, hit south dakota yesterday afternoon and am currently sitting in Rapid City. We've seen the Flintstone Theme Park, Mt. Rushmore, The Cosmos and Reptile Gardens. Had a pretty good time and the kids have been good for the most part. Lily has a new tooth coming in and is having some allergies as it's hay season. But considering her gums are producing sharp poky objects and her nose is full of boogies she's been pretty good. I will post a new update after we get home. I'm ready to be home but not to go back to work. The Boss called the other day with a question and got all bent out of shape that i was gone all week. he knew i was, but is pissy because he wanted to take more time off or something. he's been in a right pissy mood for a couple of weeks now. I know he's stressed but jeessh man!! hope everyone is doing well. ta ta for now!

Suvvy Stupidity and a Meme

2008-07-07T13:51:00.001-05:00

Well I scratched the entire post I had written. It was boring shit. I decided I wanted to write about something funny which only means one thing….I’m delving into the file of “Stupid Things Suvvy Has Done”. While there are endless entries to this file only one came to my foggy Monday brain. So here it is…

In middle school I was part of a group of friends. We were all girls entering the wonderful world of puberty. This friendship only lasted from 6th grade to most of the way through 7th before we started being snarky little witches to one another and fighting over who wore the same shirt as someone else and so on. I never had the shirt problem I just became marked a lesbian because I wore a t shirt that made fun of guys for gym class. (Then somewhere in high school I got dubbed a slut. Still not sure how I managed to make that leap just over the summertime, especially since I was still a virgin, at that time.) Anyway, I’m getting off track so I digress.

One night we all got together at our friend Lisa’s house for a slumber party. And with 7 newly turned teenage girls the night revolved around talking about boys, kissing and sex. What little we knew or thought we knew of those topics. Then of course we got down to that old game of truth or dare and it wound up being a game of dare to eat what ungodly concoctions the others see fit to feed you. We found out that pickles and ice cream really doesn’t taste that bad, that blue cheese dressing and Reeses Puffs cereal is vomit worthy and I think I have mentally blocked anything else we tried that night.

Then it was time to try our hands at witchcraft. This consisted of us putting one of our friends in the middle of a blanket with the rest of us lifting her off the ground and then trying to keep her there with our mental powers. Naturally we figured putting the smallest person in the blanket was best, but had to rethink it a bit after the first try. Our first friends whom was the smallest skinniest etc. was full blooded Navajo Indian and while they are petite and trim they have some of the highest density bones ever!! So after the rest of us couldn’t even get her off the ground we put our friend Jess in the middle. Fortunately for those of us lifting we got her off the ground, unfortunate for her our witchcraft skills were lacking that night and we dropped her.

After we were all tuckered out we decided it was time for us to get into our comfy pj’s and lie down a bit. I think we were all a bit green from the oddities we had eaten earlier in the night. Now most of us didn’t mind changing in front of the others but Jess wanted us all to turn around while she changed. Why the girl just didn’t go into the bathroom to change I will never know. Maybe she thought simplicity was overrated back then. But we all turned around so she could change. Now lucky me I’m standing by the closet so when I turned around I basically was standing in half of Lisa’s closet. Now this is one of those closets with the folding doors and she only had the one door open. Jess was taking an abnormally long time to change and I was getting tired of standing up straight so I decided to lean on the wall. Here my friends is where my stupidity lies. Now instead of doing the normal thing and leaning on the wall closest to me on the side with the door open I decide I’m going to lean on the other wall that has the closed closet door. Well, that wall was a bit further away than I originally thought. The fact that the closed door was longer than my arm didn’t make a bit of difference to me. So when my outstretched arm did not rest on the wall imagine my dismay as I start falling into the closet. Sadly for me Lisa was a rather organized individual and had some of those metals shelves hung up on that side of the closet along with some boxes sitting on the floor. As I fell in what seemed like slow motion to me I hit my nose on the shelf and landed in between the closed closet door and the boxes with my outstretched arm underneath me and over my head.

At this time I hear my friends ask each other where I went. Then Tits looks over and sees my feet kicking. So they all of course rush over to find out what in hell I was doing in the closet. Once they discovered how I got there they all erupted in laughter. The laughter only got worse when we all discovered I was stuck and when I laughed my butt made the door jiggle. Eventually I was able to wiggle out of the closet. And upon my liberation from the closet from hell I was greeted with many “coming out” jokes.

Sadly enough even though our friendships never lasted everyone seems to remember that night.

On another note I got tagged by Bullhorn like two weeks ago but I finally have the means to do it.

The Meme is as follows:
You open the nearest book to page 123, and write down the fifth sentence on the page.

My sentence has come from A Scholar of Magics by Caroline Stevermer.

“But the, I saw the intruder once he came close to me.”

I have not read this book yet as I just bought it today. But it sounds rather interesting to me. Here is part of the description the inside cover gives on it.

“This sparking sequel to A College of Magics is a whirlwind of secret weapons, motor cars, mysterious assaults and abductions, thugs in bowler hats, and a mild-mannered don who is heir to a magical power greater than all of Glasscastle’s. The resulting tale is as funny as a Gilbert and Sullivan Victorian romp, with the wit and suspense of a Dorothy Sayers mystery, and a dash of John Wayne thrown in for good measure.”

I now tag Coyote Mike and Stetsybits.

2008-07-01T14:06:00.001-05:00

Oh what dumbness to post about today???? Does anyone else get completely burnt out on their job? I used to absolutely love my job, but over the months I’ve been beginning to feel exactly the opposite. There’s been office politics with our office and others, the government is increasing in stupidity etc and sadly enough I think so have some of our clients, not to mention the fact that today is my first day back full time since Lily was born. It sucks!! It’s enough to put a person off. But jobs don’t always have to be forever, I could always find something else. The only problem with that is I am a very surefooted individual. I want absolutes before I try something when it comes to affecting my income. But I figure things will work themselves out in time.

Not a whole lot has been going on in my neck of the woods. I went out Saturday night with Coyote Mike and another one of my friends Specs. We all had a rather good time getting a little goofy on alcamahol. Specs doesn’t get out much since she’s a single mom so we made sure she had a few glasses of some good wine, Mike had plenty of vodka martinis and I had a couple of fruity martinis followed by amaretto sours. I think I’m a bad influence on everyone, including myself. I think I started feeling it before the rest of them considering the odd looks both were giving me. Especially when I was basically holding a conversation with myself. That seems to be a talent that many an only child has, but it’s a rather embarrassing talent at times. Anyway, after we’d degoofyfied ourselves good enough to drive over to the nearest Perkins we had breakfast. This may or may not have been the best idea. We ate, we finished sobering up then we all got very tired. So we dropped Mike off first, but not without running a red light. It was really a big deal. We have those old corner stoplights in our downtown and for some odd reason I always pay more attention to the ones a block further down than the one’s I’m supposed to be paying attention to. I saw a green light and I went. But I was only going a total distance of about 20 feet to park in front of his apartment. So Mike made it home. Then it was time to take Specs home. We made it to her apartment without any problems. I was just so very tired. The alcohol had completely worn off and left exhaustion in its place. I had also been up since 8am and driven all day from my grandmothers and it was now 1:30 in the morning. So I got her dropped off and headed on my way. I turned the corner and was tootling down the road when I see this car coming at me driving in the wrong lane. Well I thought he was in the wrong lane. When I decided to pay attention I found out that it was me who was in the wrong lane. Driving perfectly straight mind you. Thankfully they were the only other people around and I only did this for about a block. Thankfully the next 20 miles home were uneventful. This is one reason I will be happy to get moved back into town.

Anyway, I will have to post more later. It’s time for me to actually do some work this afternoon. I have a meme from Bullhorn I will be posting on. A tad late, but I will be doing it. Have a good day, night or morning wherever you are!!

2008-06-20T13:46:00.001-05:00

I really need to start posting more. I need material to do that though!!!! :P Lately I’ve had posts running through my head but I hate being interrupted when posting so if I am interrupted I just scratch the whole thing. I’m like that with emails usually too. I have very odd tendencies.

Like things have to be symmetrical or it bugs the shit out of me. I hate things being lop sided (imagine what that was like for me when I was breastfeeding Lily). I have to see everything before I eat it and I don’t like my food touching. I am also very precise about brushing my teeth. Not so much the brushing itself but everything that goes with it.

I have to slightly wet my toothbrush, put just the right amount of toothpaste on, wet toothpaste on toothbrush slightly, turn water off, brush my teeth, spit, rinse slightly, turn water off, brush tongue, rinse mouth out then toothbrush. I am completely anal about the water not running while I’m brushing my teeth. This stems from Kindergarten. We watched a video in kindergarten one day about taking care of your teeth and the one damn thing I remember from it is to turn the water off while brushing so you’re not wasting water.

You’d think I would have picked up more on the actual teeth brushing that the water thing. I’m mental sometimes I swear. With all of the odd tendencies I have you’d think I could pick up a few more useful ones like being a neat freak or something that could keep me and my crap in order. But instead I have shelves and tables that are symmetrically cluttered, my cobwebbed pictures all hang straight, I have crumbs all over me from dumping out chips or French fries or whatever I’m eating so I can see them, and my crooked teeth and I save water.

Okay you peoples have to spill your little quirks now. Make me feel better damnit!! :P Have a great weekend everybody!!!!!!!!

2008-06-02T14:58:00.002-05:00

Wow I ought to post more recipes. I get a lot more comments :P I hope anyone that tried them enjoyed them.

Well we actually made it out of town this past weekend for our anniversary. My Dad and Step Mom came and picked the kids up on Friday afternoon. After they got gone we packed up ourselves and headed to Lincoln. We got there about 8:00pm and got a room at a Best Western. Then we spent the rest of the night finding the location of the Bed and Breakfast we would stay at Saturday night, eating at IHOP and drinking a bottle of wine back at our room.

The next morning we got up showered and all that good stuff and went to Petsmart and Toys R Us. Two places we always have to go when we are there. Of course it's me that wants to go to the Petsmart and the Hubby that wants to go to Toys R Us. After that we had a nice lunch at Red Lobster then met up with my family at my Grandfathers house and headed over to Pershing Auditorium for my cousins graduation. It went very well. She graduated from Lincoln East High with a class of 355 and it got over in a little over an hour. All graduations need to go that quickly. Two of the class speakers did a pretty good job, but the third one was completely stupid. I think it was the most self centered speech I've heard period. Evidently she was the daughter of two popular high school sweethearts and spent her time talking about how popular her parents were when they were and what she had to do to become popular all on her own. It was pathetic.

After the graduation we went to my Aunts house for the reception then meet up at the Olive Garden later on with my old friend from elementary school and her boyfriend. We had a lot of fun. I hadn't seen her in about 9 years and we had never been to an Olive Garden. Definitely something I would like to do again soon. It was nice having a couple to go out with. We've been out with couples before, but we don't always necessarily click with them. Katie and I still click like we did in school and her boyfriend and my Hubby are both computer nerds and quite a bit alike so it worked out great.

After supper we went to the bed and breakfast we had reservations at. It was amazing. It was built in 1904 and the downstairs still had all of the original woodworking etc. and there were three suites. The Honeymoon Suite, the Anniversary Suite and the Master Suite. We stayed in the Master Suite. It came complete with a king sized bed, fire place, flat screen tv and dvd/vhs player and a two person whirlpool tub. It was wonderful. Very relaxing and peaceful. Definately somewhere I would go again. The next morning they served us breakfast of pineapple, raspberries dipped in sugar, 5 oat muffing, 5 cheese quiche, pork tenderloin sausages, sauteed apples, coffee, orange juice and sparkling grape juice. I will find a link to the website and post it sometime. It's called the Anniversary Mansion located in Lincoln, NE.

Then of course yesterday it was time to pick the kids back up and come home. I was ready to see my baby. That's the longest we've ever been away from her together. And she had managed to catch a cold over the weekend and was very ready to come home. She's feeling a lot better and has gotten caught up on her rest today.

But all in all we had a great weekend and this was pretty much like a belated honeymoon for us. I'm all set to do it again.

Hope all of you had a good weekend as well!!!

2008-05-30T09:26:00.001-05:00

Below are the recipies I made the other night. The first one is my own recipie the second came from an airing of Emeril Live on the Food Network.

Shrimp and Scallops with Creamy Sundried Tomato Sauce

1lb Large Shrimp, tails removed
.5lb Small Scallops
1 Package Sundried Tomatoes
1 Can Diced Tomatoes w/Green Chiles
2 Tbsp Butter
2 Cloves Garlic
1 Small Lime
1 Tsp Red Pepper Flakes
1 Tbsp Tequila
½ to ¾ Cups Whole Milk or Cream
Salt and Pepper

In large skillet melt 2 tbsp butter with 2 cloves minced garlic. Sauté until garlic becomes tender and butter covers pan. Add the shrimp and toss in pan to cover with butter and garlic, add salt and pepper. Reduce heat to medium and cook for about 1-2 minutes. Cut small lime in half and squeeze one half over shrimp in pan and toss to coat. Then add 1 Tbsp tequila toss to coat and simmer about 1 minute. Add Scallops, sundried tomatoes and 1 tsp Red Pepper Flakes and simmer for another 5-6 minutes occasionally stirring. Then add 1 can Diced Tomatoes w/Green Chiles and squeeze other half of lime in. Let simmer 1-2 minutes. Then stir in the 1/2 to ¾ cups whole Milk or Cream and let cook another 4-6 minutes stirring occasionally. Serve over your choice of pasta with grated parmesan.

I also like to add lemon pepper and Emeril’s Original Essence to this dish too. Play around with spices of your choice. You can also use regular diced tomatoes as opposed to the ones with green chilies if you don’t want as much heat.

Also with the sundried tomatoes the packaging tells you to pour 2 cups boiling water over them and let sit for 2 minutes for them to rehydrate. I personally prefer to leave them in the water for at least a good 10 minutes. Then they are very tender and much easier to work with and add more flavor to your sauces.

Peaches (or other stone fruit) with Amaretto Syrup

3 Ripe Peaches
1 Cup Brown Sugar
½ Cup White Cane Sugar
2 Vanilla Beans or 2 tsp Vanilla Extract
Amaretto Liqueur

Cut peaches in half and remove pits. If available place them cut side down on a grill for 30secs to 1minute. If you do not have a grill you can do the same thing with a pan. Or even skip the step completely. Place them in oven save dish cut side up.

In mixing bowl stir together brown sugar, white sugar and vanilla until combined. Add Amaretto Liqueur to make a thick syrup. Adjust amount to personal taste. Pour over peaches and bake them in a 325 Degree oven for 20-30mins or until tender.

Serve with whipped cream or Crème Fresh.

This is one variation of this dessert (got it from Emeril Live). There are many others. Some use different Liqueurs and ingredients. Another way to make it is leave out the sugar and mix together spiced rum and Amaretto with a bit of vanilla and bake. The peaches are the best if you are able to do the grill step it adds some really good flavor and also brings the natural sugars of the fruit out. But they still turn out good without it. They are also good served with ice cream or sliced almonds on top.

2008-05-29T09:33:00.001-05:00

Does anyone else ever have problems finding a good intro to a post? I do!! Especially when the post isn’t about anything in particular. It is yet another day of gloomy wet weather here in the heartland of Nebraska. We’ve had rainy weather for about a week now. Now I love a good rain now and then but and entire week of it is the pits. Mainly because it’s been chilly. Make it warm with the rain and then it’s fine. Today isn’t as bad. It’s supposed in the 80’s by the end of the day. I just hope the storms we’re supposed to have today don’t produce any more hail. We had a hail storm in the little town I live in last week and my poor mustang wasn’t in the garage. I just had the insurance adjuster look at it yesterday; I don’t want to see what they estimated damage is on it. Honestly though I think it came out pretty good compared to a lot of other vehicles I’ve seen. I think Mother Nature and the Almighty are kind of partial to my car. It went through and even worse hail storm about two years ago and didn’t get a single dent.

Anyway, now that I’ve updated you all on the weather off to other ramblings. The Hubby and I have now officially been married for 3 years as of yesterday. We didn’t do anything exceptionally special yesterday. I did make a nice dinner though. Shrimp and scallops warmed in butter, garlic, lime juice and tequila then mixed with sundried tomatoes, diced tomatoes with green chilis with whole milk mixed in for a nice spicy creamy sauce served over pasta (my own concoction). Then for desert I made peaches warmed with a brown sugar, white sugar, vanilla and amaretto sauce (courtesy of Emeril Live). Everything was very yummy. Little Guy and I have started watching cooking shows together. He loves to watch Emeril. So he helped me make everything. He’s much more open for trying different things now that he watches the cooking shows. I think they help him understand how different things can go together and taste yummy. We also love the movie Ratatouille. Anyway, the Hubby really liked dinner and we enjoy it with a nice bottle of Fetzer Gewürztraminer. Then we went to bed at 9. So exciting aren’t we.

But we are planning on heading out of town this weekend for an anniversary getaway we planned back in October. We have a room at a beautiful bed and breakfast and my Dad and Step-Mom are taking the kids for us on Saturday night. While we’re out of town on Saturday we’re hitting up my cousins graduation that’s in the same town and we’re having dinner with my best friend from grade school and her boyfriend. I’m very excited to see her. I haven’t seen her in about 8 or 9 years. We became best friends on the first day of Kindergarten because we had the same backpack. We were inseparable nerds until 3rd grade when I moved away. We kept in touch sporadically over the years but had pretty much lost touch with each other during high school. Then here a couple of months ago I found her on MySpace and we’ve been emailing pretty regularly since then. We’re still the same old nerds we used to be just older now. :P So I am pretty excited for this weekend. I think we will have a lot of fun.

Hope everyone else has a great weekend too!!! TTFN

Manny!!

2008-05-20T09:40:00.001-05:00

I would like to direct everyone to the new link I added for Manny. This is a blog on msn spaces I've been reading for a little over a year. Manny is an orange and white tabby that was adopted from a local shelter in New York. Manny's Mom thought she would keep a blog with all of the stories of her being a first time cat owner. It's filled with wonderful stories of all of Manny's adventures and he even slips in a post of his own now and then.

2008-05-13T11:56:00.000-05:00

Thank goodness I live in Nebraska!! Now there are a lot of people out there that wouldn’t agree with this statement. But I rather like this center state I live in. Especially with the news of the cyclone in Myanmar and the earthquake in China. Sure we have the occasional ice storm in the winter and a few tornadoes in spring and summer, but for the most part we are a fairly safe place to be. Or at least that’s how I look at it.

I cannot imagine what it’s like in either of the places I’ve mentioned above. Death tolls are in the five to six digit range and rising. It’s horrible. Not to mention a few states here in the country that have had huge tornadoes wreak havoc. Most of these are states that aren’t used to many tornadoes this time of year much less the magnitude of them. While we get our fair share of tornadoes here there’s so much open ground that they usually don’t do a huge amount of damage to towns and homes. And they usually aren’t very strong. It is amazing what Mother Nature can dish out from time to time. It all has made me think of that movie The Day After Tomorrow. With all of the huge climatic/seismic events over the past few years I think it definitely proves that things with this planet are changing.

There were tidal waves which seemed to have a fair impact on the migratory patterns of most birds, gigantic hurricanes and tornadoes, volcanoes, cyclones and earthquakes. Parts of New York even experienced some seismic activity a few weeks ago. And of course there’s the melting of the Polar Regions. In some ways I think it would be very interesting to learn more about all of these events and in other ways I don’t want to know. The ignorance is bliss theory. I think we as inhabitants of this planet have royally pissed off Mother Nature.